My baby boy will be turning ten next month. How can this be? Didn’t I just give birth to him? Didn’t I just feed him and bathe him and sniff his little head? I stopped and sniffed the Dreft in the laundry aisle at Wal-Mart yesterday. Have you ever done that? Please, say yes. Tell me I’m not the only one suffering from “Kids growing up too fast syndrome.”
We used to have little plastic golf clubs all over the backyard and now we have a weapons cache and ammo in every kitchen drawer. I used to trip over blankies and binkies, now I trip over batteries and Nerf paraphernalia. Even his dirty laundry used to smell sweet. Now it’s heinous, and that’s putting it mildly.
So much has changed in these ten years; it’s mind-boggling. And the years just flew by like a blur. Happy times, sad times, exciting times, all rolled up into the decade of my son’s life. He was born in 2001 and here it is, 2011. We live in a different state, we have a different president. We have new technologies; amazing things like iPods. Can you imagine having an iPod in the 80’s? I’m still working out the kinks from carrying a giant boombox on my shoulder.
So much is different. I can’t imagine what things will be like in another decade. I don’t think we’ll be living on the moon yet, but I’m quite sure we’ll have scientific advances in the next decade that will astonish me. The older I get, the less I can even keep up with how fast things change. I thought I would be a kid forever. And now, even my kid is growing up.
I look forward to the day he comes home from college with a bag of laundry and a hug for his Mom. We’ll sit at the kitchen table and he’ll tell me about what he’s learning, tell me about the girls he’s interested in and I’ll shake my head at him with happy disbelief. When we stand up, I’ll look up into his face and see his scratchy whiskers and remember how incredibly soft and sweet his skin used to be. He will kiss the top of my head just like I used to kiss his and I will smile and thank God for this precious gift.