When my children were born I feared they would remain infants eternally and that I would never sleep through the night, would always feel slightly stupid, and would permanently smell like sour milk and poopy diapers. But now I know that life with children defies logic: the days are unbearably long, but the years fly by. One moment your little guy is teething and then suddenly, he's graduating from college. That kind of perspective
would have been so helpful to have as a parent. Instead, mothers and fathers are lost in what seems like a vast wilderness, while grandparents see a straight line through the woods. Therefore, when I am with Will, I hang on to each gummy smile and every repetitive stroll around the block because I know how precious and fleeting infancy, toddlerhood, childhood and even the teen years are. I finally feel wise.