Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Since my boy was as tall as the middle of my back, he started wanting to do the back to back measuring thing. You know - when you take off your shoes and stand back to back while a third person eyeballs the tops of your heads to see who's taller.
I'm not tall. In fact, I suspect I'm shrinking a little. But my height is somewhere around 5'3" which was a lofty goal as far as my boy was concerned. Every few months he'd want to see who was taller. Last year was absolutely tantalizing for him... he was almost as tall as me.
The measuring began to happen more often and each time he was this close, but not taller... Until last Sunday. After church, we were standing around having coffee and cookies and he suddenly looked at me and asked to be measured - right there in the middle of the Social Minute. So we did - and he was taller than me. Now I catch him eyeballing his dad's height.
I confess. It made me feel a little weepy. My boy is growing up and all that. I'm glad of it and all the changes that are coming along. His voice hasn't changed yet, but I can tell he's on the cusp of it. All proof that my baby really isn't a baby anymore.
I'll miss him, that small and trusting child of mine. I still see flashes of him though. The other night, he called me into his room after he'd gone to bed. He asked me for a goodnight hug and in the middle of the hug, he told me he loves me.
I know he does - but it's so nice to hear. I hope we can keep that part of my little boy while the rest keeps growing by leaps and bounds.