Becoming a Boy

Something happened over the summer – my toddler became a boy.  It happened really fast – like super-fast – like make my head spin, eyes water, wonder what year it is fast.  Six months ago I had a toddler and today I have a little boy, with grown up thoughts and attitudes; a boy who goes off down the street to his friends’ house with a watch on so he returns home on time (and he always does); a boy who is showing amazing responsibility and comprehension; a boy who asks really grown up questions and expects honest answers; a boy who shows more compassion and understanding than many adults I’ve come across.  This boy can now ride a two wheeler, hit a baseball better than any of the older neighborhood kids and read and write better than any of the kids in his Kindergarten class.  Kevin has said several times that (Seinfeld fans will appreciate this) it was “The Summer of Esen.”  I am so proud of him and yet find myself wishing I could go back a little bit, slow things down because I know time is going to continue to race by.  He is so grown up in so many ways, yet still very much my baby.  I worry about him, as I guess I should – I am his mama after all.  I see him playing with his friends and he is so much smaller.  I see him struggle with his sensory issues and worry for the day when he begins to realize that he is different.  I know that all I can do is let him be who he is meant to be and let him grow, learn, make mistakes, guide him to the best of my ability and hope that it is enough.

Enjoy the cuteness that is my little man!