For three days i had been planning on today.
In my world it takes three days to beg and plead any child of mine to please put on a nice shirt….
some clean shorts…..and run a comb though their hair so that maybe…..just maybe…..
we could head out and get some photos done.
It’s not easy anymore……and the older they get….the harder it is.
Today was different though.
We came home from the beach….where we spent the afternoon with my MIL who is visiting from Florida…..
and Mason showered….
he put on some decent clothes….
ran a comb through his hair….and we headed to a little quiet beach where he did his thing .
{no you can’t have him Abercrombie and Fitch}
My MIL keeps whispering in his ear that she misses his short hair…..
and he keeps reminding her that we don’t live in Illinois anymore.
Last year he played the cello at school….this year he plays the ukulele…..
he loves to be barefoot….he wears his swim trunks to school….
he plays a mean game of scrabble.
He received all A’s in Social Studies and Science…..but i did get a phone call home from his teacher
this week saying he’s been slacking off on turning in his homework.
{obviously…..that is not due to my lack of good parenting….}
Today Mason turns eleven years old.
He is tender hearted…..he is kind….he is patient….and mature. He loves life as much as we do…..
and still loves when i lay with him at bedtime.
{i credit all of this to the beautiful soundtrack of SADE playing when he entered the world}
{and no….there was no birthing ball in the room…..just plenty of good old fashioned legal drugs..}
Everyone always says to me…..
{for some reason it’s always grandmothers at the supermarket}
“enjoy this time while you can…..they grow so fast”.
How right they are……but you know what….i wouldn’t change a thing.
I think i even told someone the other day how easy it was when they were little…..
of course they slept through the night by 12 weeks of age….
and weren’t they all potty trained by age 2…..
and now that i think about it….i probably even made my own baby food and taught them sign language.
errrrr….
nope….that wasn’t me. I just reconfirmed it with my MIL and i was all wrong.
No one still sleeps through the night….
there is the occasional peeing in the yard but they claim it’s an accident….
and the only sign language they know is a middle finger that will put them into a closet for a year with no food.
So yes….the little years were good….but the big years are better.
I loved them when they were little…..but i love who they are now….
and yes…it does go by so fast.
lightening speed
but the best is yet to come.





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