My Monkey Boy

He’s my last boy that will want to wear his Halloween costume for a walk around the neighborhood before Halloween. It’s so bittersweet to watch your children grow right before your eyes. Of course, mostly sweet – but still a little sad to leave the fun little kid stage of life behind.

He’s the only one who will still give me a big hug in public without becoming embarrassed. He’s the only one who brims with joy when I walk into the room. He’s the only one who still has that little boy thing, that spirit, that complete sweetness.

I’m going to miss the loveliness that is childhood.

He’s turning nine in December and I know time is slipping through my hands with him being little. Before I know it he’ll be spending more time with his brothers, friends, and even dad than he does me. I know that I’ll become mom instead of mama. And that the hugs and kisses will begin tapering off.

Now don’t get me wrong, my growing boys still love me greatly and enjoy being with me and still give hugs and snuggles. But, if you have a little guy, and some bigger little guys, you’ll know exactly what I’m trying to say.

I can’t believe we’re all growing out of these little kid years. And before Adam and I know it, they’ll all be out of the house and living their own lives. It hardly seems fair that the best times of your life go by so quickly. You blink and 18 years are gone.

While I still have my acorn collecting punkin’ head, I’m going to soak up these days, these memories, hoping they seep deep into my heart, that I would be able to vividly remember these sweet days with my babies.

I love my sweet boys more than life itself. They are truly my everything. Their daddy feels the same way. We’re both so blessed with their daily presence.


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