This kid, my mechanic, my first love, and the one who made me a mother is leaving me soon. He’s leaving in a little more like 7 months and a little less like the 18 years that flew by like a bird in a hurricane.
Where did it go? Where did that little chubby baby go? When did he walk, run, go to school? When did this blonde haired beauty, this little silly boy turn into a man? How is it even possible for the hands of time to turn so quickly? Is it feasible that 220 months and 5 days have passed this quickly?
I remember the very second that he was born, the minute they laid him on my chest; I can still feel how heavy he was. I can still see his little swollen face, his eyes blinking opening and closing at me as if to say; “MAN, I hope you can do this next 18 years!”…
And here he is, grown, almost gone and here I am, wanting to hold on as tight as I possibly can. Here he is, fixing his own car and here I am, wanting to wrap him up in a blanket and hold him for hours like the old days.
Time has flown by and I don’t think this whirlwind will stop any time soon. He is grown and as he boards that plane to boot camp in July I think I will wrap myself in a blanket and sleep for a few days, closing my eyes and remembering that little toe headed boy running on the beach in a warm breeze just a little longer…
2 comments:
When I read your posts like this it's as if I am reading about my future. Mine is only 3yo and I already long for the baby days. I'll be a hot mess when he leaves home at 18. Just remember that he can only do it because his mama did such a good job.
Thank you Lauren… these aging kids are a total nightmare for us! I miss those babies too!
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