Do you remember when your kids were so tiny...
... you could snuggle them for hours on end just to feel their softness?
... they would stretch and arch their backs and curl up their arms and legs and look so adorable you could just cry?
... you could wash everyone's laundry on the same day and theirs would only take up a fraction of a load?
... they babbled "Mama" on accident and you got so excited you called everyone?
... you counted every tooth every time a new one popped in?
Do you remember?
Do you remember when they were so little...
... you could feed them two cut-up apple slices, two pieces of ham, a piece of bread and a cheese stick and feel really good that they had a big, healthful lunch?
... their shoes would fit in the palm of your hand?
... bathtime meant toys?
... you knew you could teach them everything because you were the smartest person in the world?
Do you remember?
Do you remember when they were so young...
... they wanted to help with everything, whether it was making meals, cleaning bathrooms, or dismantling the DVD rack?
... they wanted you to push them on the swing, push them on the bike, read them a story, and cuddle at night?
... they told you everything?
Do you remember...
... the first time you got a full night's sleep?
... the first time they buckled themselves into the car?
... the first time you made a chore chart?
... the first time they took off on a bike?
... the first time they used the potty by themselves?
... the first time they read a book independently?
Do you remember? Do you really remember?
I do and I don't. My son turns 10 in the next week, and as I'm looking back, I realize just what an adventure it has been to raise this young man. He has never given me a moment's rest, that's for sure, and it's definitely been a journey of parenthood to get him this far. All the sleepless nights and fretting over the fact that at 5 years old he would stay up till midnight because he simply couldn't hold still (solution: melatonin, which he takes almost every night to this day)... all the effort that went into teaching him to read, clean, cook, talk, etc.,... all the laundry, meals, positive and negative consequences... all the snuggles, books, tears of both joy and sadness... everything... every. last. thing. has been worth it. I see how far we both have come, and while there are a few bittersweet thoughts, mostly I'm looking forward. I can't wait to see what the next 10 years brings, to discover what sort of adult he will become. I know that no matter what, it will be an epic ride. With a boy like M1, how could it not?