I am finding out that there is a moment around five and a bit when the baby really fades from the child. Sure, there are still other moments, but for the most part I turn around and see a kid where I could swear I just put my infant down.
Now, I don’t remember it happening so dramatically with Gemma. Then again, when she was that age there really were babies in the house. Two of them just learning to walk in the opposite direction of each other. I think I was a bit distracted. There are moments now with Gemma when I clearly see that her kid years are speeding towards teen territory. I’m not rushing her to grow up, but moments like the one this week when buying her new boots for autumn, I realised that next year we will be shopping for her shoes in the ladies department.
And so I photograph. I record. Like tonight when I carried another load of laundry upstairs to be folded and saw that Clover’s hair had apparently grown about 3 inches when my back was turned.
I’m just thankful I get to experience it all and when these fresh moments are forgotten, I will have these photographs to remind me.