The Internal Struggle of 8…

My first baby is 8… some years I joyously celebrate another birthday another year older… I embrace the “growing up”… but 8 seems really quite big… and I see him slipping away into yet more independence… and I want to hold on just a bit tighter to this big boy /little boy.

He skis faster than me you know… and he certainly eats more than I do… I can trust him to start my car when it’s cold outside… he just finished his first chapter book.

I am so proud of this man child… but just for today I wish he would stay little forever…

 

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