
Our boys are growing up.
Over the weekend you were away, I found myself just staring at Alex and seeing our little one slowly grow into a man. I know he's only 19 months old today, but he's more of a little boy than a baby. He's quickly finding his own way and learning to navigate this world.
I know what's hitting you is the end of breast feeding. I can't imagine what sort of a connection that gave you with both our boys.

The weekend as single parent was hard but so much fun too. I even got to spend time with each of them alone. Friday, Max took a nap after playing at the zoo with Leslie and Clay. Thus, Alex and I got to have dinner together. He played with a ball on the deck while I grilled. And then with the weather so nice we at outside. The whole thing reminded me of when Max was a baby and he and I would go outside on the deck every morning to listen and watch the birds and squirrels.

And more recently I remember hoping for the days my boys were a bit older so I could selfishly have more time for myself.
Then this weekend Max was off in his world watching his TV show and Alex was playing a game only he understood walking around the house picking up various toys and moving them to what seemed like random places, it hit me like middle-age hit me:

We're all growing up so fast. I I barely remember my teenage angst and I hardly remember holding my babies.
I know I'm over-reacting. Max is not even four and Alex is less than half that.
I miss my babies.
And I'm so excited to see how they, us and all this turns out!
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