I don't know where in the world it came from...
But today it hit me...in a split second
I became more apprehensive than ever about...
My three little boys growing up.
Jackson is in kindergarten now. What a big boy. Trading Pokemon cards. The whole she-bang. Each day when he hops in the back seat of the van, I ask him, "How was your day?" And just as a big boy like he is supposed to do, he replies, "I don't know." He will, however, answer when I fish for who he's played with that day. "Connor and Drew." Every day. Tomorrow I go to volunteer for the first time. I can't wait to meet those two little boys. After all, they spend more time on school days with my Jackson than I do!
Brady is back in preschool. 3 afternoons a week. He's not sure yet if he likes it - but I know he has a great time - There's play doh there, isn't there? Today he got on his hands and knees in my bedroom floor. Started doing pushups (as he has seen his daddy do), and asked me if I'd do it too. Bless his heart. He has recently noticed that I love to start sentences with "When I was your age..." and "When you grow up, you'll..." So he spoke those same sentiments to me the other day with these words, "Mommy, when you growed down, did you _________?" I laughed at first. Then I thought - "Don't forget to blog this!"
Carter is not only walking and babbling and smiling more thoughtful smiles these days, but he's losing that baby look - skinnier face by the day - and is always ready and willing to partake of all things outside of our little "box", even where mommy is not. Adventure seeker, he is! He's a handful at church, I declare! Sacrament meeting - pure terror. Afterwards in the hall - just as bad! I better not blink, though. He'll be married next week as fast as he's growing!
I guess I just need to do a little walk down memory lane...
And back to today. One whole year since ^ then. Unbelievable.
I actually welled up in tears, I did.
Brady looked at my kinda puzzled. But never asked why. I'm glad he didn't.
I don't really know how to put into words to a 3 year old how mommy thinks I may have wished away the good ol' days.
I may not remember (as much as I wish I could) a good 95% of the day to day happenings of my little family... Not that I'm THAT senile yet, but just that our ability to remember all the little details that make up each and every day is far from perfect. I'd even venture to say I remember less than 1%. That's worth crying about in and of itself, I declare!
Can I declare just one more thing?
I'm a lucky girl.
That, I am.