This song was written about Agnetha's regret at missing so much of her daughter's life and how quickly a child grows.
Now I am a mother I totally understand it. So although it doesn't make me cry it comes very close! It just passes by, I look at the Hobbits and they are no longer those squidgy little babies, their limbs are all gangly, their faces changing and for a moment I'll wish I could go back. There is so much I would do differently and to start with I would do it alone, on my own terms. I would take more baby photos. So many things.
But now it is too late, and here we are. I am glad of how I've raised my boys and even at their hissy fitting worse they are not that bad at all. In fact I'm rather proud of how smart they are, that they enjoy things, have their own interests. Who would have thought I'd have children who loved kayaking. Kayaking I tell you!
(I always wanted to be Agnetha when I was little but because I had brown hair I got to play Frida. Which isn't bad, but it isn't Agnetha!)