It comes down to this…

2 Mar

My son, Jacob, is six years old. He is my oldest and for a long time it was just us. He thought I was a fun mom. We had play-dates all the time (still do), crafting parties (still do), and we made many moments into beautiful experiences.

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This Wednesday was picture day. I helped him get ready. I helped him practice his smile.

I took him to school. I handed him his backpack and his friend came up. His friend asked if I was his mom. He grabbed his backpack, said no with a slight laugh in his voice and ran off. No hugs, kisses or sweet words to last for the day.

I went home sad. The baby that I grew in my body, painfully delivered (via emergency c-section), and the boy that I tuck in at night now seemed older. It was no longer cool for him to be hanging out with his mom…or even acknowledge his mom.

I thought I had more time before he was embarrassed by me. I look at my 9 month old and now I frantically try and hold on the his babyhood. I know one day, he will do the same.

Has anyone else had this happen? If so, how old was your little?

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One Response to “It comes down to this…”

  1. amberperea March 2, 2013 at 4:37 pm #

    God, I have nightmares -literally- of the day that my baby pushes me off and tells me to drop him off down the block. Nooooooo…please stop growing! Please?

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