You know, it's really hard watching your child grow up. I'm hating it. I'm hating how every day he fights for just a little more independence. I'm hating that he is getting too big to sit on my lap or that he is nearly so tall that he almost hits my shoulder. This boy is growing up too fast and I am despising each and every minute of it. He shies away from kisses now (not a lot, but enough to make it break my heart). He no longer uses his car seat and his jeans are too short (highwaters are NOT in style).
I know that I can't stop the processes of him growing up, that I can't stop the hands of time from ticking and that, no matter what I do, he's going to one day spread his wings and fly away (oh, god, how cliche is that?!?) I just wish that I had started homeschooling earlier, that I had been home with him while he was still a baby, that...that...well, honestly, my list could go on and on. So every day I try to hug him a little tighter, lose my patience a little less, and not get upset at the dirty handprints on my walls, the mud on my carpet, or the dead bugs and whatnots in containers all over the house. Because, one day, all those things, along with my little boy, will be gone. Ugh...excuse me while I go look at some of his baby pictures and cry now...
I know that I can't stop the processes of him growing up, that I can't stop the hands of time from ticking and that, no matter what I do, he's going to one day spread his wings and fly away (oh, god, how cliche is that?!?) I just wish that I had started homeschooling earlier, that I had been home with him while he was still a baby, that...that...well, honestly, my list could go on and on. So every day I try to hug him a little tighter, lose my patience a little less, and not get upset at the dirty handprints on my walls, the mud on my carpet, or the dead bugs and whatnots in containers all over the house. Because, one day, all those things, along with my little boy, will be gone. Ugh...excuse me while I go look at some of his baby pictures and cry now...