state, and realized something.
My little boy isn't as little as his appearance may lead you to believe.
I know it sounds cliche, but it's something that truly is just dawning on me.
My baby is growing up, his behavior is maturing, and he is so incredibly charming for
a very nearly 8 year old boy.
It's amazing what two months can do to you as a mother. Thinking about it now, I can hardly
believe that I really drove him the 586.7 miles to his father's house for the summer. And yes, I
googled it. I'm his mom, what do you expect?
I don't know what my favorite part about picking him up was. It's a toss up between
surprising him while he was watching a movie in his room; and riding the bumper cars with him
at the county fair (above picture).
Anway, back to the epiphany I was origionally mentioning. Looking through the pictures I took
while I was in town I realized two specific things that led me to the conclusion my son is
growing up.
#1 Last year's trip to the fair was a disaster.... meaning, I was throwing out "the look" left and
right and constantly threatening that we were "going to leave and no one was getting cotton
candy!" This year was NOTHING like that. Damian was awesome the whole time.
#2 As soon as I saw him it felt like my heart exploded. Not to be mushy, but that is literally
what it felt like. The sudden realization that my baby boy... my ONLY boy was nearly 600
miles away from me for 70 days, washed over me like the ocean coming over the sand when
the tide rolls in.
I'm now currently trying to work out a way to keep my children this little forever. The best idea I've came up with though is telling them to stop growing. To date, this doesn't seem to be working..... Go figure.
So dear invisible audience of mine... When did you first realize your little one wasn't as little as you believed them to be?
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