I thought I saw it one day.
Just a flash of a bigger boy but then it was gone and I thought to myself, "No, not yet."
But a few days later I saw it again.
And again.
That little boy's barely six-year old face. Getting a little longer, losing the last of the toddler cheeks.
Looking more like a big boy now.
One who can read and loves to play ball.
The same one, though, who still wants to sit in my lap and lean his head on my shoulder for a story. The one who still wants me to hold him when he gets hurt or when he's mad at his brother.
This boy who gets into all
kinds of things when I'm not looking!
This business of watching them grow up is a mixed bag- it breaks my heart and fills it up, all at the same time.
2 comments:
Well said, friend, and well written. Tugging at my heart strings. I was walking a sidewalk today where our little boys once rode "big wheels" and we took walks and I was missing our little boys. But I did my best to change it to gratitude for those memories. A good focus but it takes just that, good focus.
Aww. I remember sitting there, Sammy in the high chair and we were wondering if he would ever decide to talk!
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