I have recently become keenly aware that my baby boy isn’t a baby any more, and no amount of trying to hold on is going to change that cold hard fact.
My baby boy, the one who made me a momma is six years old. I can still accept six as a child, but seven…man, seven is a whole new can of worms. At least mentally, for me, it is.
My baby boy, the one who never slept, goes to bed every night all by himself and sleeps all night long. In fact, if I don’t wake him, he will easily sleep until 9:30 or 10:00. There’s hope weary mommas, so hang in there.
My baby boy, the one who played endless hours with Dinosaurs, Pixar Cars, and super heroes has graduated to Legos, Hot Wheels tracks, and organized sports.
My baby boy, the one who stole my heart the minute he was born has never let go. I catch myself breathless at the thought of him growing up on me, driving a car, graduating high school, moving off to college, and walking down the isle. But that’s okay. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Motherhood is a bittersweet dance between our emotions and our duties. With every beat of the music and with each new chorus of the song, we are forced to let go just a little bit more until one day we send them to life’s stage for a solo performance! It’s in that moment that we will see the value of our work..the fruit of our labor.
Ellie is not a baby anymore either, but she still my baby. She still wants me to hold her and play with her. She is still ever-changing, captivating us with the wonder and amusement of a toddler.
It’s true what they say, you know? You get to keep your girls, but your boys, they move on. They will call. They will come visit. They might even ask for your advice from time to time, but in the end, some “other” woman will steal their heart…and that’s ok. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
If you ever wonder why I don’t grieve Ellie’s growing like I do Eli’s, that is why. She’s my girl, and in the Lord’s timing, we will transition from mother/daughter to friends. We will shop and go on coffee dates. I will help her pick a wedding dress and give her mothering advice. Our relationship will change in the most delightful way.
But it’s different with Eli. He’s not a baby any more. He’s growing and learning, and preparing for the day when he will leave my arms to conquer this big, ole world. And that’s okay. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
And what a delightful honor it is to raise a little boy into a man.