So, as I say goodbye to his childhood, I feel like I'm saying goodbye to my youth too. But it's really not the end of an era, it's the beginning of a new one. I no longer have to change his diapers or wipe his rear end; I don't have to pick him up to put him in a car seat. I don't have to cut up his food at mealtimes and I don't have to comfort him in the middle of the night when he has a bad dream. Those are happy milestones as well as pleasant remembrances of the past. I wouldn't trade my memories for anything but I'm going to happily embark on a new phase in life.
Next weekend, he's having a group of boys over to play basketball and corn hole while cooking campfire pizzas and hot dogs outside. His best friend is 16 and as tall as my husband. His name is David, but I call him Goliath. He towers over my kid, who has not yet had his adolescent growth spurt. He's a good boy who told me he would always take care of my son. I'm thankful for him.
I made a fancy invitation for his party. No, he hasn't been lucky enough to participate in the NBA's Slam Dunk Contest. This is just as good though, right?
I need a tremendous bout of wisdom to keep up with this gray hair and aging children. I need to stop and smell the roses because I'll be blogging about being a grandmother before I know it. OK, now I'm seriously depressed! :)
Sleep-deprived parents of babies and toddlers, enjoy them as much as you possibly can today! Tomorrow will be here soon enough!