A couple of days ago, I made brownies for a family dinner. Once I poured the batter into the pan, I did what I always do after making brownies. I licked the spoon. And then I used it to scrape the bowl and licked it again. Seriously, this is the best part of making brownies.
Kymri giggled at me from her little seat where she had been watching me intently. I looked down at that perfect child and made some silly faces, eliciting a few more grins and giggles. And then it all of a sudden hit me. In a few more short months, I won't be the one licking the spoon; she will. I won't be the one to pour the batter into the pan; she will. I won't be the one to test the brownies with a toothpick; she will.
In a moment, I could see my baby become a toddler, a little kid, a teenager, a young adult, and a grown woman. I pictured her taking her first steps, learning to ride a bike, playing on a little league softball team, running for class president, going on her first date, heading off to college, getting married, and starting a family of her own. In my mind's eye it all happened so fast! I realized that my baby is no longer a newborn and I can't get that back. And she won't be a baby for much longer. And before I know it, she won't even be a little kid. Then I realized that her life would be a lot like that brownie mix. After getting the majority of the work done, there is still just a little bit of goodness left over. And that is usually the best part! So I'm going to make sure to lick the spoon every chance I get. I'm going to scrape every bit of goodness out of each wonderfully amazing stage of my baby's life. I'm going to make just one more silly face when we are playing on the floor. I'm going to play just one more round of peek-a-boo before nap time. I'm going to read one more book, sing one more song, play one more turn, dance one minute longer, give one more hug and kiss, and make sure that I don't leave anything behind.
So I picked Kymri up and danced with her around the kitchen before cleaning up my mess. And then I licked the spoon one more time, just to make sure. After all, pretty soon I won't be the one to claim that chocolatey goodness.