I heard a comedy riff on TV by a single woman, who goes on about how we parents say "Can you believe little Johnny is four??" Yeah, he was born, what, four years ago? It's a Parents' Club thing and I know it can sound a little silly.
Before I became a mom, I didn't realize what a daily grind it is to raise a kid. Hallmark and the Stepford Moms' Secret Society conspire to put a smile on every sleep-deprived face to say "It's the most rewarding job in the world!!" I, personally, tried to make it through one day at a time. One. Day. At a time.
When a milestone comes up - a birthday, the start of school - I lift my head out of the water, or fog or whatever analogy you want to use and I say, "Wow! Look what's grown in my garden! Look what has happened right under my nose!"
And speaking of noses, here's my little bugger:
Wow. Can you believe it??
[Is "bugger" a curse word?]