I see her almost every day. Walking. Pushing her stroller up and down the street. Sometimes, in the evening, her husband is with her. Sometimes I see her several times a day.
Every time I see her it brings me back 5 1/2 - 6 years when Josh was a baby.
I have such clear memories of pushing Josh in his stroller to get him to sleep. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. But it got us out of the house and into the fresh air. Well, we were in London so it was usually raining, but it was fresh!
I can remember pushing him along our neighborhood, talking to him, showing him the many houses and flowers and trees. Anything to get him to sleep. Walking and walking.
Now, he's six. I can't push him in a stroller anymore. Sam never needed any help getting to sleep, he still doesn't. I never would have believed if you'd told me I would miss those days.
So when I see her, pushing her little girl around the block I smile and send her a little telepathic message... "Remember these days... They will be over before you know it!"