So, the other night I went for a walk. I always carry Thing 2's red metal shovel to fend off stray dogs. I had on a blue sweat shirt and a black cap. So, I am walking down the street and hear a group of boys, playing b-ball, say to each other, "Hey, who's the kid with the shovel?" Just as I was thinking, "I must look pretty young for them to think I was a kid", one of them says, "Is it a boy? I think it might be a girl." So before I could even enjoy it, my thought of looking young was overshadowed by the thought of looking like a boy. Not that the pink sneakers should have been a clue, but maybe I should have worn earrings or makeup.
Thing 1 recently turned 13. I don't mind admitting that it was traumatic for me. One of those milestones where you realize that your baby is really growing up. So at the end of a busy weekend celebrating, Thing 2 (my snuggle bug) crawled up in my lap. I wrapped my arms around him and said "I better hold you while I can because one day you will be too big to fit in my lap." He looked up at me and said, "Don't worry Mom. When I am too big to hold, I will wrap my arms around you and hold you." Of course, this made me cry. Then he said, "Mom, I am not going to grow up all at once. You still have time."
I love my sweet boys.
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