(Ack! Harsh flash - sorry)
Yes, he will always be my baby at heart, my firstborn, my favorite son, but he is looking so. much. older. Three! Team sports! Before I know it he'll be driving, dating... not holding my hand to fall asleep at night. My heart aches at the thought. Since becoming a parent, I dwell more often than I should on the passage of time. I am painfully aware of how fleeting each stage of their lives are, whether challenging or glorious. And even more so now that I have two of them. Life is life - busy, chaotic, always moving forward and I've learned, as one must learn on her own, that it's true what they say: Enjoy them now. This too shall pass. Hold them while they still want to be held. Nothing captures how I feel more than this post at A Design So Vast.
He is gearing up for spring soccer. At age 3, I'm sure it'll be more running, kicking, and screaming than actual sport. I can not wait to watch him on the field. I'm already beaming with pride.
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