As I watch my son, traces of his little boy self still shine through, and I’m savoring these moments because everything is shifting so rapidly. He’s grown and matured significantly; the difference between now and last year is remarkable. He’s diving into the world of electronics, and our conversations are becoming richer as he begins to explore and question the world around him.
I know he’s growing up, so I’m clinging to those small, sweet details—like when he wraps his arms around my waist to get my attention or how he still calls me “Mommy” when he excitedly shares his thoughts about Minecraft. It’s the little things, like his willingness to share a bubble bath with his younger brother, even though he hops out much quicker these days.
During our recent trip to the store, he approached the task of selecting school supplies like a mini-adult, calmly checking off items from our list. No more zipping up and down the aisles or weaving through other shoppers; he did sneak behind a clothing rack for old times’ sake. When I turned down the $79 backpack, he took it like a champ and understood my reasoning.
He can now reach the snacks stashed high in the pantry, and he even grabs one for his little brother! He’s eager to pick his own outfits, though he has a knack for mixing and matching superhero colors. It’s amusing and sweet, really.
Recently, when I showed him a clip of Gertie screaming at the sight of E.T., he buried his head in my shoulder—though he’d never admit to being frightened. He still has his crib blanket from when he was a baby; while he doesn’t carry it around, he always retrieves it when he’s tired or watching a movie.
He still giggles when the clippers buzz around his neck at the barbershop, and he races for a lollipop when he’s done. Just the other day, he dozed off on my shoulder while we watched Golden Girls—shhh, don’t tell him I spilled that!
Once, he was terrified of water, and swimming lessons were a flop. But this summer, he dove down to retrieve diving sticks his dad tossed in. He used to dread getting his hair washed, but now he barely flinches. And those pesky bugs that once terrified him? He’s now trying to catch moths and mosquito hawks like a little naturalist.
With the new school year approaching, I know there are even more changes on the horizon. My role is to prepare him for the world, to help him face his fears, and to foster his independence. I’m aware that one day he’ll leave the nest, and I’m committed to equipping him with life skills and street smarts. But for now, I’ll cherish the fact that he still calls me Mommy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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In summary, as my son grows, I cling to the little things that remind me of his childhood. Each new phase brings its own joys and challenges, but I’m determined to treasure these moments while they last.