Aug. 25, 2015
As I navigate the ever-changing landscape of motherhood, I find myself clinging to the fleeting remnants of my little boy, who is growing up far too quickly. The transformation from last year to now is striking; he’s diving headfirst into the world of electronics, and our conversations are taking on new depths as he begins to explore and question the world around him.
I’m fully aware that he’s maturing, so I treasure the small moments that remind me of his younger self. For instance, he still wraps his arms around my waist when he needs something, and when he excitedly shares his latest Minecraft revelations, he still affectionately calls me “Mom.” Bath time with his little brother is still a thing, though he exits the tub much quicker these days.
During our recent trip to the store, he exhibited a newfound calmness as we selected his school supplies. Gone were the days of racing through aisles and dodging other shoppers. Although he did sneak away to hide in a clothing rack—a nostalgic nod to his younger days—he was reasonable when I declined a $79 backpack, understanding my decision.
He’s becoming more independent, reaching for snacks in the pantry and even grabbing one for his little brother. While he insists on choosing his own outfits, he still tends to blend superhero colors in a way only a child could. Just the other day, I showed him a clip of Gertie screaming upon seeing E.T. for the first time, and he buried his head in my shoulder, not wanting to admit that it scared him.
His old crib blanket still holds a special place in his heart. He doesn’t carry it everywhere, but whenever he’s tired or settling in for a movie, he goes searching for “blankie.” The giggles that erupt from him during haircuts, thanks to the clippers, remind me of his younger self, and he still races for a lollipop afterward. Just recently, he dozed off on my shoulder while we watched Golden Girls—don’t let him know I shared that!
Once terrified of water, he has come a long way. This summer, he bravely held his breath and dove underwater to retrieve diving sticks his dad tossed into the pool. Even his previous aversion to hair washing during bath time has vanished; now, he doesn’t flinch at the thought. His once irrational fear of porch bugs, particularly moths and mosquito hawks, has morphed into a newfound determination to catch them.
As the school year begins, I recognize that more changes are on the horizon. It’s my responsibility to prepare him for the world ahead, teaching him how to face fears and stand on his own two feet. One day, he will leave the nest, and I’ll do my best to equip him with the skills he needs. But for now, he still calls me Mom, and I intend to savor every moment of it.
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Summary
As my son grows up, I cherish the little boy he still is, from his affectionate hugs to his love for “blankie.” While he matures in so many ways, it’s the small moments—like our shopping trips and bath times—that remind me of his childhood. As he embarks on the new school year, I know he’ll face many changes, but for now, I hold dear the fact that he still calls me Mom.
Keyphrase: Growing Up
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