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