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My son is growing up
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Ladies my son is growing up! I know this is suppose to happen but lately the little things are becoming more noticable. Like his mustache hairs are getting darker, his arm hair is getting longer ahhh and I’m sure everything else is changing! Why can’t they stay little forever? And when do they start to shave? Oh, my where have the 12 years gone? But I sure love him!
Kind of bittersweet, isn’t it? I love watching my boys becoming men, but oh, how I miss being able to pick them up and snuggle them! (Now they can pick ME up, lol) I’ve had one start shaving at twelve and one at thirteen. Sigh. I wish I could tell you time will slow down but alas, the teen years go even faster. We wouldn’t really want them to stay little forever, I think. It sounds nice in theory, but I have a feeling it’d start to wear eventually. 🙂 Plus, I want the next great thing—-GRANDCHILDREN!!!! LOL Enjoy watching him, and you still have several to pick up and snuggle, and you’ll never get over wishing you could turn back time, but there are a few compensations. 🙂 Babysitting comes to mind, and driving, and increased ability to do chores, and reaching the top shelves of the cupboards, and . . .
Oh, and if it hasn’t come up yet–it’s DEFINITELY time to stop calling him “sweetheart” in public . . . don’t ask how I know this. LOL And eat up and enjoy every minute–oh, it goes fast! Next time we turn around, they’ll be leaving to start their own lives.
I can appreciate this topic… our oldest is twelve also, he will be 13 in March… it does seem to go quickly. Our oldest daughter is 11 and well on the road to young womanhood – she is almost as tall as I am (though that is no great feat).
I always remeber the quote, “The days may be long, but the years are short.” Enjoy!
Ladies, I stand and look at my 6′ tall son and wonder the same thing… and he’s 20 and very much an upstanding young adult – definitely a man’s man who keeps his softer emotions close. BUT… I miss his belly laughs from his infant and toddler days, his sweet tender heart as he pondered some of life’s harsher moments like a butterfly with broken wings , his days with his sisters as they planned out and then created the ultimate sheet and blanket forts that took up an entire room… I love who he is, but I do miss the once small hand that use to be so trustingly placed in my own.
The years are indeed short…
You guys are making me cry!! 🙂 Today my 9yo son reached out to hold my hand as we took a walk. I savored that walk, wondering how much longer I’ll get to hold his hand as we walk and talk together?! Love those boys!
Esby & others, I know how you feel. My oldest is 15 and my heart breaks for how fast the time goes. I thought I’d share this precious poem by Karen Kingsbury from her picture book “Let Me Hold You Longer”. Warning: If you read the book, you may have a mommy breakdown moment…
Long ago you came to me,
a miracle of firsts,
First smiles and teeth and baby steps,
a sunbeam on the burst.But one day you will move away
and leave to me your past
And I will be left thinking of
a lifetime of your lasts…The last time that I held a bottle
to your baby lips
The last time that I lifted you
and held you on my hip.The last night when you woke up crying,
needing to be walked,
When last you crawled up with your blanket,
wanting to be rocked.The last time when you ran to me,
still small enough to hold.
The last time that you said you’d marry
me when you grew old.Precious, simple moments and
bright flashes from your past-
Would I have held on longer if
I’d known they were your last?Our last adventure to the park,
your final midday nap,
The last time when you wore your favorite
faded baseball cap.Your last few hours of kindergarten,
those last few days of first grade,
Your last at bat in Little League,
last colored picture made.I never said good-bye to all
your yesterdays long passed.
So what about tomorrow-
will I recognize your lasts?The last time that you catch a frog
in that old backyard pond.
The last time that you run barefoot
across our fresh-cut lawn.Silly, scattered images
will represent your past.
I keep on taking pictures,
never quite sure of your lasts…The last time that I comb your hair
or stop a pillow fight.
The last time that I pray with you
and tuck you in at night.The last time when we cuddle
with a book, just me and you
The last time you jump in our bed
and sleep between us two.The last piano lesson,
last vacation to the lake.
Your last few weeks of middle school,
last soccer goal you make.I look ahead and dream of days
that haven’t come to pass.
But as I do, I sometimes miss
today’s sweet, precious lasts…The last time that I help you with
a math or spelling test.
The last time when I shout that yes,
your room is still a mess.The last time that you need me for
a ride from here to there.
The last time that you spend the night
with your old tattered bear.My life keeps moving faster,
stealing precious days that pass,
I want to hold on longer-
want to recognize your lasts…The last time that you need my help
with details of a dance.
The last time that you ask me for
advice about romance.The last time that you talk to me
about your hopes and dreams.
The last time that you wear a jersey
for your high school team.I’ve watched you grow and barely noticed
seasons as they pass.
If I could freeze the hands of time,
I’d hold on to your lasts.For come some bright fall morning,
you’ll be going far away.
College life will beckon
in a brilliant sort of way.One last hug, one last good-bye,
one quick and hurried kiss.
One last time to understand
just how much you’ll be missed.I’ll watch you leave and think how fast
our time together passed.
Let me hold on longer, God,
to every precious last.<!–adcode–>
I’m going through the same thing, but with my girls. My oldest (13) still plays with dolls with her younger sisters (she is going to be a great mother someday!) but my youngest is almost 9, and I know that within 2 or 3 years these pretend play days will be over. I love to crochet play food and toys for my girls and I feel like I’m in a race against time to make stuff for them before they no longer want to play with it.
One thing I do is have Mother/Daughter time with each girl alone. When it’s their time I wake one of them much earlier than the other two (our schedule makes this easy because we are up pretty late and the girls sleep pretty late) and we make tea and have a special treat and then pick out a Netflix movie to watch together. The girls love this and look forward to it so much. I’ve been pretty sporadic about it, letting months go in between their times. But this last time with my youngest made me rethink and commit to doing it more often. She asked when the girls would be waking up and I said they would in about 3 hours or so. Her eyes got big and she smiled and said “We have that much time to be alone together?!”
I feel such a need to seize the time and make memories with them while I can. That poem above had me in tears!
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