What's a mom to do when she has to start buying her baby pants based on waist size and inseam length?
I didn't think I'd be quite so melancholy about my baby growing up, and by the time he gets through high school and onto college or the military, I may just be ready to let him go or kick him out.
But right now, it's hard some days to look at him and see the young man he's morphing into and not the sweet-cheeked toddler he once was. He hasn't cut the apron strings quite yet, for which I'm grateful. And my favorite words out of his mouth in just that sweet tone are, "Yes, momma." He's still willing to hug me in front of his friends, so we have a bit of time yet...
What makes you wistful to remember?
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Remembering when my little girl would hug my knees, look up and say "OK Momma"
Love you,
Mom
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