- 1. I am not the mother of a 16 year old. I guess when Oldest was born those 16 years ago, I thought, so it seemed, that he would be little forever - from diapers to t-ball, learning phonics and 1+1 . Not Me.
- The years have Not flown by, and this morning did not wonder how the little wee boy I used to hold and rock is now asking for the key to the car.
- 2. It has not been fun to see him grow from this 8.7 lb wonder to a 5'8" (we're not holding our breath to see if he keep going) young man! We've not gone to countless baseball and basketball games, band concerts, and cheered him on. I'm sure we'll not go to countless more. No more prayers, no more laughter.
Monday, December 15, 2008
1 week overdue, 16 years later
This is a special edition of "Not Me!" Monday sponsored by McMama at My Charming Kids. I have to tell you that this is hard for me to write the opposite of what I mean when I'm talking about one of my kids!
Musings by
Aspiring Mom2three
Labels:
childhood,
kids,
motherhood,
Not Me Monday,
Oldest,
saying goodbye
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2 comments:
wow, I was looking at the pictures of him - I never realized that youngest looks so much like oldest!
I can't believe he's sixteen...
Happy birthday to him!
Why does growing up have to be so bittersweet? I absolutely CANNOT stand the thought of having no children in my house...I really can't.
I feel your pain and joy....growing up is what we want for them but slowing it down is what we want for us.
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