Well, I’m glad no one ever takes the “Wordless” part of “Wordless Wednesday” seriously…
Look at what I found the other day in the goodbye pile of unwanted stuffed animals at my ex’s apartment. This is one of the freakiest dolls I’ve ever encountered with its cyclop eye fixed over the black hole of its forehead, it’s silent button mouth a hard dark O. But I LOVE this doll because my fifth grader made it when he was in preschool. And he’s growing up.
I took Max and 2 of his friends out to lunch the other day after they had spent all morning ecstatically playing Minecraft. For the first time, as I observed them chatting, I could imagine my child navigating the world without me.
“Would you rather be shot twenty times? Or die?” asked one friend. Everyone said die.
“Would you rather have a big butt? Or a big head?” asked the other friend. Everyone agreed on a big head.
Will he still talk to me when he’s a teenager? How often will he say, “I love you,” and hug me? When will he completely outgrow holding my hand? Oh, I miss him already.
Would you rather your child grow up? Or have him be your baby forever?
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Anni // grapefruitprincess.com
You too, Anni! Happy WW!
Interesting. When I dropped off my daughter for her freshman year of college, I saw that she had a Marvin the Martian doll with her. Marvin is a little beat up and his hat was missing. I bought Marvin a long, long time ago because I liked him. I have a picture of my daughter when she was a newborn laying next to Marvin.
It was kind of nice that even though my daughter is all grown up, she is still my baby.
Awww… *sigh* I’ve made it through his preschool and kindergarten “graduations” without feeling blubbery, but THIS year I’m turning into sentimental goo. All that innocence keeps dropping away, and I’m really noticing it now that puberty is about to hit (aaagh!!).
It’s the great trade-off, isn’t it? I love watching my kids grow into themselves and yet, I miss precious things from when they were little. I guess I wish for both — haha!
🙂
Traci
i know. Cake and eat it too. Seeing all the kindergarteners makes me nostalgic for those days when he was so little… and then I remember the daily meltdowns after school that whole first semester.
Watching them grow up is bitter-sweet, isn’t it? Mine are all grown and the next generation is sprouting. I have 5 grands and they are grand! Motherhood is wonderful but NanaHood is awesome. You’ll love it…..I promise!
Yeah, I’m getting all sentimental, almost wish I had another one. Grandkids must be great!
Aw, that’s such a precious memory… Thanks for sharing!
Happy Wordless Wednesday! 🙂
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