The other day it happened.
The turning point in a young boy's life.
The crossing over from babyhood into the world of adulthood.
My son lost his first baby tooth.
My youngest, my little boy, is becoming a man-in his mouth anyway.
He is the youngest of my children.
My "last little guy"-as I often refer to him- turned six last month, and I thought that was difficult. Now this?!!
Right before he turned six, I asked him if he would stay five forever. I asked him for lots of "five year old hugs" because soon he would be six.
He told me six year old hugs were better, because they have six things of love in them instead of five.
I really loved five year old hugs.
But I guess six year old ones are good too.
I really thought it was only a few weeks ago that I held his screaming, squalling body in my arms(the kid screamed for the first six months of his life!). Now he surfs the games on the internet faster than I can, reads, writes, and looses teeth.
What the stinkin' heck?!
My children are all growing so quickly. Those days that seemed to drag on forever have turned into years that somehow have passed by in a blink.
I enjoy being home with my children, although some days... It's not always sunshine and candy, let's just leave it at that. I am ever aware though that one day, sooner than I'd like, they will be grown and gone.
So today I will enjoy them, in spite of their constant bickering with one another.
Today we will color Easter eggs(or spring spheres, I guess that's the new politically correct term) and make rice krispie treats(is it still OK to call them that, or maybe there is a new PC term for that one too).
Today I will look at my last little guy's empty spot where his tooth once was and feel content as I walk with him-and my other children-on this journey from childhood to adulthood.
It is a bitter-sweet journey, but one I wouldn't trade for the world.
Thanks for reading.
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