There is a birthday coming up in a few short weeks for a certain boy in our house…. I am watching as a very independent 5 year old emerges before my eyes.
Last weekend I gave him a haircut and as his crazy wild locks fell to the floor I was a bit startled by the boy I found underneath. My goodness, is he really that big? My heart skipped a little at the sight of this big little boy staring back at me. I suppose so…. I thought. It creeps up on us, you know? It seems the littlest of things can make us suddenly realize the time that has passed, the changes that have transpired.
When I snapped the before picture, he asked me "Mama, can I just do a grumpy face?"
Afterwards I asked if I could have a happy face this time, he obliged.
The very next morning I sat drinking my coffee when he tumbled in with wild bed hair and sleepy eyes. He climbed onto my lap and nestled his head under my chin the way he does each morning. Telling me stories of his dreams as he transitioned into his awake world….. and before I'm ready he leaps out of my arms and onto the floor. Awake and energetic, excited to start this new day.
"I'm hungry! I want a peach."
I get up and start to assist him in his usual foraging of breakfast items….
"You can make the toast, but I want to cut my peach myself. I can do it, okay mama?" he says to me. The last bit of it sounding more like he is reassuring me of his confident self then asking me permission. So I make the toast and I sit at the table and watch him.
With determination he cuts it in half almost like he's seen it done so many times before. He looks at me every now and then….. most likely to read the expression on my face. I offer no assistance, no suggestions… I just watch. I'm trying to remember if I've seen him at the counter before, when was he able to reach by himself? How did I miss that?
I get him a plate and he piles his cut up peach pieces onto it. I could have sworn just the act of cutting up that peach made him stand a little taller, look a little older. My baby.
"See Mom." He says to me as he sinks his teeth into a big chunk of fruit.
Boy do I ever.