This Mom's Post About Her Kids Growing Up Too Fast Will Hit You In The Feels

I can’t be the only one who feels like the earth’s trips around the sun are getting faster and faster.

It feels like I JUST graduated high school 10 years ago. But, spoiler alert, it was WAY more than 10 years ago.

It literally feels like just last week that I was holding my toddler’s tiny little hand as we perused our way around the toy aisle at Target — our favorite store.

Now that toddler is 15 years old, headed to high school, and she’d rather go to some expensive trendy store in the mall than be seen by one of her peers at Target.

Not to mention, she’d rather be caught dead than be seen with her MOM anywhere. I’m akin to a 4-letter-word.

There is one momma who completely gets what I am talking about. Her Facebook post about going to Target has now gone viral, and for good reason.

If you feel like life stole an entire season of spending time with your kiddos away from you, listen up. You’re going to completely feel her story.

Nicky Fretty Wilson was recently on a Target run. She was lazily strolling around the store, browsing all the things we need and can’t live without.

As she looked around the store, people watching as we sometimes do, she noticed all the young mommas with their littles in tow.

She was all of a sudden hit with the nostalgia of lost Target trips she had made through the years.

Here’s her story.

Walking thru Target early this morning—something I never do—and I am overcome with emotions.

Almost every customer in the store were young moms. Many had two or more kids. Trying to jump out of the basket, bargaining to open the Halloween candy, petitioning (some with tears) to revisit the toy aisle for more, some tots were just rattling off rapid-fire questions while mom stared off into space and nodded….we all know the scene.

The moms were smiling some. Most looked frazzled and panicked that something was about to blow—either literally (*laugh emoji*) or the bandwidth for shopping with toddlers was a fraying rope before the tantrums set in….we all know the emotions required for gearing up for a Target run!

And I looked at my basket. It was empty. Not from stuff, afterall, I was there b/c the essentials at home (toilet paper, trash bags, paper towels) were literally gone!

No, my basket didn’t have a toddler hanging over the side squeezing applesauce all over themselves. My side didn’t have a tiny hand to hold, or little body to step on when they fell over for the umpteenth time. My basket didn’t have diapers or wipes or organic squeezie pouches. And my empty basket made my heart ache a little….ok, a lot.

So, I allowed myself to be a momentary creeper. I just pulled back, parked my cart and watched all the sweet mamas. I wanted to say what all the elderly ladies used to say when they saw me in Target at 8a- “enjoy it. It goes fast,” or “I remember when mine were that age.”

But I resisted. Because those words don’t mean anything when you are in the thick of it with little kids. They don’t mean anything when your days are intricately timed between snacks and naps. They don’t mean anything when you want to talk to an adult, but you can’t get a full thought finished, let alone a sentence.

They don’t mean anything until you are in Target alone randomly one day after dropping off your middle schooler, hoping he remembered his algebraic equations. And you look around at all the young moms and oddly remember how badly you wanted freedom, yet the ache that when you HAVE the freedom you so deeply desire, it is quite frankly, pretty lonely even on the great days.

So, mamas of littles, enjoy it all, because it GOES. And you don’t realize how much it goes because it is always going. You will look up and see a young man sitting next to you in the passenger seat before you know it. Don’t miss it- even though there is nothing you can do to hold it.