Friday, June 10, 2011

He still calls me mommy

Last night I was standing in the kitchen after dinner, tidying up a bit. Javen, my soon to be 10 year old came in to get a drink. He flashed me one of his sweet, genuine smiles and I ruffled his hair. Suddenly I had the urge to pick him up and hold him for a minute, gangly legs and all. He looked at me like I was sort of crazy, but then hopped up, hugged me, and laid his head on my shoulder. I sat there thinking how crazy time is. How special the little moments are, and how evanescent it all is. I told him that soon he would be big enough to hold me like that, and he giggled but then hugged me a little tighter. One of these days I will hold him like that, and it will be the last time. Eventually he will be too big, too cool, or too old. After a few minutes I set him down, but etched that little moment into my mind, and consoled myself with the fact that he still calls me mommy.

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  1. I have these same thoughts. I kept waiting for "the last time" I held Garrett and then Brenna, but I was never able to admit that THIS TIME was the last, so it passed without notice. Now they are too big. But they sit next to me, and I can wrap my arms around them. And they still need their hugs after school.

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  2. I am so thankful that little Ty is the cuddly guy that he is, it will help ease the transition.

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