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A purse for Piper

A purse for Piper

In 1995, when I was seven months pregnant with my daughter Piper, I bought a brown Coach purse. I wanted a purse with a long strap.  I didn’t want to lose the purse when I carried the baby’s car seat. Piper liked to play with my purse. She wore the purse around her neck and dragged it across the floor.

Women with gray hair and wrinkles around their eyes talked to me in the grocery store. They said,”It goes so fast. Enjoy her now.”

I would say, “Thank you.” Secretly wondering if the sleepless nights, diapers, potty training, reading Hop on Pop twenty-five times in a row and sitting by her toddler bed until she fell asleep, would ever end.

Now late at night I wave at Piper from the entrance to her room and say,”Good-night.” I don’t sit with her until she falls asleep. I am often in bed hours before she is.  Piper sleeps through the night and she is potty trained. Hop on Pop is on the shelf and I don’t read to her at night anymore.

Yesterday when I was shopping for groceries a mother walked by me pushing a shopping cart. In the front of her cart was her daughter. She was about two years old.

I wanted to say to the mother, “It goes so fast. Enjoy her now.”

I just smiled and kept my mouth shut. She wouldn’t have believed me. I didn’t believe the women with gray hair and wrinkles when my daughter was two.

A purse for Piper.

I gave the purse to Piper last year.

Today is Piper’s birthday. She is 18.  Happy Birthday Piper.

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Are your children older? Did time go by fast? Or do you feel your children will never outgrow the diaper stage?

Please tell me in the comments. I would love to chat.

About Pamela Hodges

My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.

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  • Sue Sutherlin

    Funny . . . I just read your piece about the shopping cart with the car, and the many comments (mostly from moms with grown or at least older children), wanting young moms to enjoy the place where they were, and I thought to myself, “Self, it is simply a part of life that very few people learn from the experience and advice of others.” Here is that side of the coin . . . when we were young, we couldn’t “hear” what the older mothers were telling us. One advantage of having many children is that you can learn from yourself, and I did. I SO enjoyed my youngest children (numbers 5 and 6, now 17 and 15 years old), and took the time to watch them sleep, and let them ride in the cart with the car. Not that I didn’t enjoy the older ones, but especially with the first one, I was rushing things along – I can’t wait until she sits up, I can’t wait until she crawls, I can’t wait until she walks, etc., etc., etc. Will she ever sleep through the night, will she ever get tired of (insert here whatever seemed like it would NEVER stop) . . . . I learned that “this too shall pass.” In the scheme of life, all those things that seem like FOREVER really aren’t. Looking back, they were but a flash in the pan.

  • Anita Ferreri

    I read your post earlier this week and it’s been on my mind as we all hold our childrena little tighter even if they are far away. I too don’t feel as old as I am and marvel that my children make their own beds and cook their own dinners in their own places. While so of the days and nights of motherhood are endless, the look back is lightening fast!

  • If one thing brings tears to my eyes, it’s sharing the very experience you are encountering. My twin girls are almost as old as you are, Pamela. The oldest boy is 39 and the youngest will be 37 in July. My husband and I still laugh over their little phrases that signified who they were. Yet, we marvel and who they’ve become. Yes. The years have gone far too fast.

    • I don’t understand how my children get older when I have stayed the same age for years. My body is aging, but I feel the same inside.
      And you are too kind Shelley. I am 16 years older than your oldest.
      I would love to read a story about some of your children’s little phrases. I always feel like I am sitting with you when I read your stories.

      • Oh, Pamela (almost called you Pam). That’s the best hug I’ve ever received. You make me cry.

  • Happy birthday to your daughter. 18, wow! That’s such a milestone.

    People keep telling me it goes fast. And while it does, it also feels like some of the months go by slower than others. I have been listening to the people who tell me to savor it though. 🙂

    • Thank you for the birthday greetings for Piper.
      From your writing it sounds like you savor Isabelle’s milestones.Oh, did she wear the black or the white tights to your special event? I am so curious to find out what happened.

      I pray that the next half year goes slower than usual. Piper will move to California after Christmas. This is our last Christmas together before she leaves.

  • What a beautiful baby, and now she is a beautiful young lady. My children are 22, 20 and 15, but I remember like yesterday when they were funny little kids.

    • Kathleen, wasn’t it yesterday that they were funny little kids. Did you blink and they grew up? Perhaps the Caron children stay funny, they just get bigger.

  • Elsie

    Your words today touch my heart. I’ve had those exact same thoughts. Time went too fast with my son. He turned 31 on Tuesday this week. He is in California, far away from me. Hug Piper an extra hug tonight.

    • Thank you Elsie. I am sending you a hug. Piper is moving to California for the summer, and then home for only one semester before she moves back to California. We lived there before we moved to Pennsylvania. She is not planning on coming back.

      • Elsie

        It’s hard to let them go, but they have to grow up (and away unfortunately).

  • Enjoy your birthday celebration!