If I wasn’t so depressed that my “baby” is growing up, I’d be able to laugh at some of our conversations recently.
“I want to catch the bus to school” he said, as we were driving past some kids waiting at the bus stop. “Really?” I asked, while inside I screamed, “No bloody way!”
While walking Maggie yesterday morning, he said, “Maybe I can take Maggie for a walk by myself. Just me and Maggie.” “One day,” I said. “Maybe when I’m 6, or 7,” he said (he’s 6 now). “Maybe when you’re 10…or 12,” I answered.
Wednesday night he was talking about school. He started telling a story about his teacher. “Cindy….” he started, and I can’t tell you what he said about her because my brain was in shock that he’d called her by her first name. “Cindy?!” I said. “Yeah, that’s her real name,” he said. I asked him, “Do you think Cindy is pretty?” “Yep….prettier than a butterfly!” he told me. When I relayed the conversation to her the next day, she said, “Well he did tell me today, “I’m going to miss you over the weekend.” Looks like we have our first crush on teacher.
When doing his homework last week, going over his sight words, he missed one. He punched himself in the head, twice! “Don’t punch yourself in the head!” I said. “It’s MY HEAD, I can do whatever I want!”
I’m being reminded on an almost daily basis that my baby is no longer a “baby”. “But you’ll always be MY baby” I tell him. “No, MAGGIE is the baby now!” he says. He just doesn’t understand. I hope one day he has kids of his own, and he’ll finally understand how we feel about him. No one loves you like your mother does. Ever. Dad comes a very close second.
How is it that this moment seems just like yesterday? I’d love to go back to that day.
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