As I watch him grow, I find myself clinging to the remnants of his childhood, savoring the little boy he still is amidst the waves of change. Over the past year, he has grown significantly. There’s a noticeable shift in his maturity; he’s diving into electronics and engaging in deeper conversations as he starts to understand the world around him.
I recognize he is maturing, so I treasure the small moments: the way he wraps his arms around my waist when he wants something special, or how he still refers to me as “Momma” when sharing his latest Minecraft discoveries. He’s also still comfortable enough to take a bubble bath with his younger brother, though he now exits much quicker.
During a recent trip to the store, he demonstrated remarkable patience, helping me select his school supplies without the usual chaos. No more darting through aisles or weaving in and out of shoppers. He even tried to hide in a clothing rack—it was a nostalgic nod to his younger days. When I refused to buy a $79 backpack, he understood and accepted my decision without fuss.
He’s now tall enough to reach the snacks in the pantry, and he generously grabs one for his little brother too. While he loves choosing his outfits, he still tends to mix and match superhero colors in a unique way. Recently, he buried his head in my shoulder while watching a clip of Gertie screaming in excitement upon seeing E.T. for the first time, even though he would never confess to being frightened.
He still uses the crib blanket from his baby days, seeking it out whenever he feels tired or is watching a movie. Haircuts are a delight for him; he giggles when the clippers tickle his neck and eagerly anticipates the lollipop afterward. Just recently, he dozed off on my shoulder while we watched the Golden Girls—shh, don’t tell him!
Once terrified of water, he has transformed this summer, confidently holding his breath to dive down and retrieve diving sticks his dad placed on the steps. His previous aversion to having his hair washed in the tub is gone; now he doesn’t even flinch. He also confronted his fear of bugs, particularly moths and mosquito hawks, by attempting to catch them.
As the new school year begins, I know he will face even more changes. It’s my duty to prepare him for the world ahead, helping him conquer fears and become independent. I understand that one day he will leave the nest, and I will equip him with the knowledge he needs to navigate life’s challenges. But for now, he still calls me Momma, and I will cherish that as long as I can.
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In summary, as I navigate the bittersweet journey of watching my son grow, I find comfort in the little things that remind me of his childhood. While change is inevitable, I will hold on to these moments as long as he still calls me Momma.