It caught me by surprise.
He climbed up onto the side bar of the swing set yelling, “Watch, mommy!” over and over again.
I’ve heard that phrase many times before.
But this time it came from a little boy with striped socks, a zippered hoodie dotted with robots, too-long hair covering part of his eyes, and green “big boy undies” peeking out the top of his just-too-short-jeans.
Like a wave it hit me – my baby is not my baby anymore.
This is not my first “moment” in motherhood. Nor will it be my last.
But today in that 4:00 shadow where my son enjoyed his freedom to climb and jump and be his funny, brave, amazing self… I realized the one who made me a mom is a boy I must get to know all over again.
I’m so proud of him. And yet I want to hold on to him just the way he is. Right now.
Dang. I love him so much it hurts.
Q for you: When’s the last time you wanted to freeze time?
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