Recently one night after the baby went to bed, my two sons and I snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie. While the boys got lost in Hancock – I looked down at my 9 year old and just couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was my little boy – now on a cusp of being a young adult. Where have all the years gone ??? First steps, first words, first day of school, first emergency room visit , first t-ball game and so much more….
My mind started to wander – and I gasped to myself thinking I really only have 9 more years with him – before he becomes an “adult”. I am hopeful that the next 9 years will go a little slower – so I can enjoy this person that Danny is becoming.
Instead of Thomas Trains he now recites baseball and football players, we have “real” conversations with “real” topics and questions (it is amazing what some third graders talk about). I love this new phase of our relationship but I am also sad he isn’t the small young boy so smitten with me.
Most days he tries to be so grown up – although he still has a little bit to go – as he tries to hide the small boy still inside. Recently one night I went to check on him before going to bed…Danny was sleeping with his lacrosse stick – but wedged under was his blue and orange stuffed frog he has always loved.
Someone had once told me “a mother’s day is long, but the years are short” – I couldn’t say it any better.
