When looking for a certain pen for T the other tonight, I pulled open a desk drawer as the whiff of waxy crayons met me - instantly taking me back to his younger years. It hit me that he's not used a crayon in forever and I'd forgotten how long it had been until just then.
Each year I feel that time slips through my fingers like water. And it really hits home when I see a photo of my child from when he still had his little baby face, or when I open up a drawer to find the familiar scent of a past-time he's grown out of ... like coloring.
Although I loved the stages he went through as a little boy, I am enjoying this stage in his life the most. This 'tween' of mine - although going through the normal growing pains - is full of life. He is still tender hearted - but doesn't put up with things that aren't right. He is a fighter while still being kind - and I for one love that he has struck that balance in life.
So, I'm sad to see the crayons go ... but I love seeing how he's grown into so many more interesting things.
I love being his mom.
It's amazing when my 5-year-old comes home talking about the history behind MLK day. When I was in Kindergarten, we learned our color...
If you'd like a shot at receiving a signed paperback of ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES - CLICK HERE ! This contest is open to readers in ...
Although this is not typically my kind of genre, I stepped outside my box to experience something new, with the Warble by Victoria Simcox....