Born Into Change
A funny thing has started happening to me recently. An old picture of my kids popped up on my phone which, by itself, is nothing notable. But now, when my phone delivers delightful photo memories from years past, they have become true reminders of things that are no longer at the front of my mind. They’re the things that I don’t think about constantly, but still vividly remember. They’re special ones that bring back not only the memory of when that picture was taken, but also how I felt. They’re nostalgic, and it’s hard to believe that I’ve already reached this point in parenthood.






