Time still marching on

Here is the old car seat, the last 5-point one we'll ever need. 

And here are the new car seats for BIG KIDS - it says so right on the box.

Sometimes I'm glad they're growing and changing, and sometimes . . . I would go so far as to say I hate it. But I know I need to learn to embrace it.  I love this poem from a book called The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.  It's an oldie but goodie.

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,

"Speak to us of Children."
And he said:

Your children are not your children,
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but are not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So he loves also the bow that is stable.

(Kahlil Gibran)