Friends! I had this crazy moment two days ago and I remembered the posts I wrote about my son being only 4cm shorter than me and then another one that I’d like to share today as a Blast Of The Past when I wrote about the fact that he got taller than me only a short time after I mentioned the 4cm difference. And now I find myself at the same point again with my baby, with my daughter! We recently measured her and there they were, the 4cm difference between her height and mine. What a moment that was!
See, when my son got that tall I had a wow moment because he is our first born and it’s mind-blowing how fast they grow up. But now it’s my baby. Our second one. Our last one in that sense. The baby you expect to hang around just that little bit longer. I realized that that little bit longer will be a thing of the past soon too.
They have to grow up and they have to spread their wings. They have to head out there and make their own experiences. They need to find their way in life and grow up further. But man… I feel like time is flying pass me way too fast. The kids grow up way too fast. It has nothing to do with their height. While they are still kids they are speeding towards adulthood so fast and I wish I could slow it all down for them. But hey… we’ve all been there and we all ended up here. It’s just normal. So I hope they will appreciate their childhood and what is left of it and make sure they get the most out of it before they are officially adults as well.
It’s been a year since I wrote about the slightly disturbing fact that my son was only 4cm shorter than me. I agree, I’m not tall. But back then it seemed quite mind buggling that he had already almost reached my height.
Well, I can tell you know, that we are now much further than that. 12 months have passed and today I still don’t have to look up to him but when I put my arms around on his wide shoulders I realize that they go up and not down anymore. He is now almost 10cm taller than I am.
What can I say… It had to happen eventually and I’m sure glad he will not stay shorter than I am. But, boy, does it make it real! He is growing up!
I still remember him taking his nap lying on my husbands forearm just like a sloth would lies on a branch. He fit on half of an arm, his legs with his long feet and his arms dangling on the side.
Today I can’t carry him anymore. His voice is so deep that people mistake him for my husband when he picks up the phone. His shoulders are wide, his body has changed. He is still goofy. He is still sweet, he is still caring, he is still the smart person he always was. Just no longer a boy. No longer my little boy.
I’m proud of him. So massively proud of him. I watch him in his training probably embarrassing him as I’m the only mom watching (no wonder all the others are adults…). But I’m still his ride, so I think I have a right to watch still. And I hide in a corner, read a book and secretly watch him. I hear the others telling him how well he’s doing. I see them knock him around and him doing what he is supposed to do and push back. I see how much strength there is, how much determination but also how much control, oversight and respect he has for everything and everyone.
I watch him with his sister, who is still a little girl. I watch how he plays with her, how he speaks to her, how he helps her. How he is there for her. Yes, they argue. But they are a little team.
We’ve entered another chapter in this game that is called parenting. I chapter I’m getting used to. A chapter I look forward to experiencing. A chapter that brings up new questions and new challenges. Is it scary? A little bit. Just like all changes are. But it’s exciting too. And as I said: I’m one proud momma and I know that wont change that easily…