My baby
My baby turns 9 years old today. He's been flying high & having a great day. It's a little bittersweet for me. I love my son. He's thoughtful, funny, strong-willed, and can be as annoying as possible. He loves his family, and his dogs, and math. He like practical jokes and snuggling. He talks constantly, has a lively vocabulary, and says things that seem wise beyond his years.
I love watching him grow and change, but I mourn for the days of having a little one. I remember so clearly the night I went into labor, and the way he looked sleeping in a bassinet that first night at home. I remember when the only way to distract him if Bob and I were leaving him home with a sitter was to show him "ups!" (weightlifting videos). I remember how much he loved to strip himself nekid, no matter the time or place, and streak around doing his booty dance. I remember when he decided that he was a supporter of Obama in 2008 and asked me to buy him a shirt to wear to school.
Part of his being 9 is that it means that in December Ali will be 18, a senior in high school. It means that Hannah turns 21 in July and that in a year it will be just Jed, Bob, and me at home. The thought of an empty house makes my heart sink into my stomach. I know to be happy for my kids' adventures and futures, but I love knowing they're in the house when I go to bed at night. When I get up in the night, I can go into their rooms and listen to them breathe, and kiss their heads, and tell them I love them.
My babies are growing. Tonight, I feel kind of sad.
I love watching him grow and change, but I mourn for the days of having a little one. I remember so clearly the night I went into labor, and the way he looked sleeping in a bassinet that first night at home. I remember when the only way to distract him if Bob and I were leaving him home with a sitter was to show him "ups!" (weightlifting videos). I remember how much he loved to strip himself nekid, no matter the time or place, and streak around doing his booty dance. I remember when he decided that he was a supporter of Obama in 2008 and asked me to buy him a shirt to wear to school.
Part of his being 9 is that it means that in December Ali will be 18, a senior in high school. It means that Hannah turns 21 in July and that in a year it will be just Jed, Bob, and me at home. The thought of an empty house makes my heart sink into my stomach. I know to be happy for my kids' adventures and futures, but I love knowing they're in the house when I go to bed at night. When I get up in the night, I can go into their rooms and listen to them breathe, and kiss their heads, and tell them I love them.
My babies are growing. Tonight, I feel kind of sad.
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