My boys turned 6 and 9 in the past few months. They seem really really big to me lately. Firstborn is mainly getting taller in his neck, ankles, and wrists, because clothing fits everywhere but those places. He looks more and more like me, not just because he has my eye color and hair and skin coloring in general, but he just looks so much like I did as a kid. (The fact that I was female didn’t make it into God’s memo until I was about 16; before then, I looked a lot like a boy.)
Little Man all of a sudden has the posture of his father as an adult, and he seems very grown-up–able to help me in the kitchen in ways I didn’t realize he could, and refusing to clear the table just like the teenager he is.
A few things have not changed, though, as my boys age. I wanted to share my observations in the hopes that it will warm the hearts of mamas with kids older than mine, and give encouragement to the moms of kids younger than mine who wonder what will happen when their babies get older and bigger.
1. Mama is magic. Read the rest of this entry →