My little buddy is not my baby anymore. Gone are the exaggerated chubber chipmunk cheeks and the rounded face. In it’s place is a longer version of the adorable face I know. His cheeks are still full but in a little boy way instead of the baby I once held. His hair has darkened and thickened. His arms and legs have slimmed down and grown long. And the big boy clothes I never thought he would wear without rolling them up, now fit him perfectly.
I knew this day would come. I remember about a year ago when it happened to Emma. One day she was my baby and toddler, then poof… she had mysteriously transformed while sleeping into a little girl. I knew it would come and I looked forward to the next stage of their lives. I don’t wish for a baby, I don’t even wish for them to be babies again but it does make me pause. I’ll reflect today on how fast the time goes. How quick they grow and change. I’ll blink back tears and consider how soon the day will come when I’ll be wondering where their childhood went. The time between now and when they are graduating, going to college and getting married will go so fast. I know it will and I’ll try to hold on as long as I can to all the stages of their lives before we get there.
So today, I’ll play silly little reindeer games with them. I’ll tickle them and chase them around while they still want to be chased. I’ll read the cute Little Quack book that they love and make funny faces with them. We’ll laugh and enjoy today. It’ll be gone tomorrow.