940 Weekends

Just the other day, I read this little piece in the NYT parenting blog, Motherlode. One quote, right at the beginning of the article hit me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it:

Between the day your child is born, and the time he or she turns 18, you get 940 Saturdays — and 260 of them, Dr. Rotbart just reminded me, are gone by her fifth birthday.

And it wasn’t the first time I had heard a similar sentiment. Actually it was Aaron’s attorney, as he was watching our little ones and reflecting on his own journey of parenthood said, “You’ve only got 18 years with them. Enjoy it.”


And you know, sometimes it is hard to see the only in all of this. Sometimes the only is obscured by the diaper changes, the whining, the meals, the snacks, the hugs, the bumps, the bruises, the doctor visits, the ear infections, the fevers, the baths.

But, sometimes the only is crystal clear. This weekend was one of those times and I feel like we really lived it up. We spent this weekend fully present together and we played the heck out of it.

Because, you know, we only have 940 weekends total and now there is one less.

  • Andrea!!!

    Makes me all the happier to be a SAHM – I’ve got years to have a career and just a flash with my children as children :). Lovely pictures!!