He continues to grow, despite the fact that I tell him not to. I try to swaddle him up in a blanket but his long lanky legs and bony knees stick out the end of the fabric that once tucked around his entire body.
He tells me he is a big boy now; that he doesn’t want to read board books, shakes his head and goes back to reading his chapter book. He tells me about his day with wild expressions and robust hand gestures and I can’t help but think back to the days when he could only giggle and gurgle while I changed his diaper.
I tried to play “This Little Piggie” with his tootsies last week and noticed his foot was bigger than my hand. Frustrated, he shook off my touch and went back to cutting his steak. As I crawled out from under the kitchen table, I was annoyed at the fact that his tooth is loose, the “big boy” inside pushing out no matter what I say.
The years zip by, but the days seem to last forever. The little swirl that started out on the top of his bald head is now a full head of curls. Friends, strangers even, ruffle his hair, drawn to his locks just like I am. This boy, this being that grew inside me, is a boisterous, wild-thinking soul.
And while I long to hold onto that baby, I desire even more to see him grow. The moment he read, my heart leapt for his discovery of a world beyond his own. Yet, it stung a little when he closed the door on me to go to the bathroom by himself. As I backed away and assured him I could help him wipe if needed, I said a small goodbye.
At least he will still let me draw funny faces on the bottom of his toes….
Elizabeth Rago is a modern domestic woman and freelance writer specializing in health, wellness, and women’s lifestyle content. Elizabeth contributes to Parenting Without A Parachute on ChicagoNow, is Senior Editor of All Things Girl (an Arts and Literary E-zine) and has a home decor column with Chicago Shopping.
A wife and mother of 3, Elizabeth creates along side her artist husband, blissfully content with the topsy-turvy life they have made together. A recovering coffee addict, Elizabeth optimistically faces each day with humor and a hot cup of black tea.
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