After I hit post on that last one, my oldest son informed me that he no longer wanted me to write about him on my blog. He has decided that since he is almost 10, it’s just not cool anymore. And I shall do my best to honor his wishes.
I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as I hit delete. When did this happen? When did he get to be so big? The same sadness washes over me when I snuggle up to my youngest as he drifts off to sleep. He is 5 already. His older brother and sister have already outgrown the whole “snuggling with mom” thing. I know it’s not much longer until my little guy declares he hates kisses and he’s too big for snuggles. I try to cling to each fleeting moment I have left… and yet, before I even realize it, another day is over.
When did this happen? Who told them they could grow up? What happened to those tiny little babies I brought home from the hospital? When did I become old enough to have a child in the double digits? But most importantly…. Who told them they could grow up?