Wornoutwoman

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. 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 ... b...

Forever I'll love you...forever my baby you'll be.  This is something I used to read to my son from a book on his shelf. I've always told him that no matter how old he get, he'd always be my baby. And he is my baby ... however this summer many changes took place. He grew up overnight and grew about three inches.  All of a sudden my little guy isn't so little anymore. On the first day of school, he instructed me that I could walk him in on the first day but from there on afterward - I was to drop him off at the curb ... 'because he was a man now and he didn't need his mom to walk him in.' Sigh... So as he's now eight and a half years old, I'm seeing the young man he's growing into. He's matured in so many ways, and it's time for him to grow up. It's time for those apron strings to be cut in some ways. It's with such bittersweet emotion that I let go of his hand and let him walk free from the shadow of the little baby...