I saw you just yesterday, but today, I can’t help but notice how much you’ve changed. Your face has filled out, you’ve grown taller, and those little feet of yours are definitely bigger.
I hoped you’d stay small just a bit longer, giving my heart time to adjust after the whirlwind of the new school year, but it seems you’re already older. You hopped on that school bus without a second thought, and walking into school is no big deal anymore.
Those clothes I was sure would fit all year? They’re already snug. And those character socks you adored? Way too small for those growing feet! Sometimes, when I watch you play video games, I catch a glimpse of who you’ll become, and I see the early signs of teenage angst peeking through.
Your choice of books has shifted too—those vibrant picture books we cherished are now being replaced by chapters. You even tried to outsmart me, claiming kids can’t read on the bus, so you’d need electronics instead. Your appetite is becoming quite the force, almost like a wild, hungry tiger prowling for food.
Super Mario has taken a backseat to Minecraft, and you’ve already marked the days until your 8th birthday on the calendar, proving your math skills are surpassing mine. My kitchen counter is cluttered with your schoolwork, and now it’s all completed without the need for endless meetings.
You’re starting to show signs of annoyance with your little brother, yet I see the care you take in looking after him. Thank you for reminding me of the things I say—your echoing words can be quite alarming at times! You’re pushing away from my hugs a little faster these days, with your own agenda to pursue.
Bedtime no longer involves battles over water or countless trips out of bed. The little boy who used to crash by 9 p.m. can now stay up until midnight (or later on weekends) without so much as a yawn. You’ve gone from fearing the swimming pool to diving in with confidence, playing with those diving sticks like a pro.
Your vocabulary has expanded dramatically, and your thoughts are becoming deeper. The Tooth Fairy isn’t as magical to you anymore, and I’ve seen that eyebrow raise when I’ve said something you think is beneath you—“Everybody knows that, Mom.”
I still try to help, but you insist on doing things yourself, and honestly, you’re right to do so. Yet, the other night, you wandered down the hall in your bear pajamas, and my heart swelled. I know my sweet little boy is still in there, the one who tried to convince me to buy electronics for the school bus.
Our home remains a gallery of your artistic creations, with cardboard castles and homemade obstacle courses that show no signs of disappearing. For now, I’m still “Mommy,” and Dad is still “Daddy.” You still bounce with excitement sharing your stories, and one night after brushing your teeth, you came to remind us not to forget to tuck you in.
I couldn’t be prouder of who you are becoming. Watching you grow is bittersweet; I know your need for me will evolve. You’re inching further away, and there are moments I wish you still needed me a little more. But the truth is, you’re already older.
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