Last night I was reading to my big guy, my “first baby” as he reminds me, and I was overcome with emotions and memories and a longing to press pause in real life. I did scoop him up and hold him like I did when he was a baby, veiled in a joke because that is the only way holding him like that would fly these days! After all he is almost 7, don’t you know! There was a second last night when I could see a shadow of his future mustache, right there under his teenage nose. I think that’s what triggered my mommy tears, all “happy tears” I assured him. “Uh, ok after you tell me about me when I was a baby, will you read more Captain Underpants to me?”
And my baby baby, my “last baby” is soon to be 3 and despite the diapers and the pacifiers, he is NO baby. He is full of questions these days, my current favorite is, “Momma, who made me?”. Which brings me back to my happy mommy tears, “We did, Honey. Mommy and Daddy made you!” which leads to, “Who made daddy?” and on and on…
And then there is the stuff captured in this photo – my boys creating together, working peacefully side by side and growing into a solid team, that stuff (the important stuff) is melting my heart.
I wonder if I am getting all reflecty because I am going to be 40 this summer?