Do you know those times when you look at your child and it’s like somehow they change into a grown-up version of themselves in an instant before your eyes? That.
From my vantage point on the sand on a lazy Saturday afternoon, I watched my son march up to me with purpose. I gasped internally as he came closer because in those seconds, I got a glimpse the man he will become one day. My son is my youngest child and so there’s a sad-happy sweetness for me as he matures: his achievements and growth so often mean shutting a door on a part of my life.
But then, only moments later, my little boy was there again, flying his stick plane in the air with abandon. I delighted in it.
You have to treasure all of it as it happens…in the ebbs and flows.
2 Comments
Cathy
May 6, 2014 at 9:48 amWhat beautiful pictures of your son! I had those moments & now I look up into the eyes of my 6ft+ son at 16 years old & wonder where the time went….& now I have flashes of the little boy he once was & the man he is becoming. What a journey a Mum has 🙂
Kelly Be A Fun Mum
May 8, 2014 at 2:19 pmI’ve always wondered what that would be like: when my son is taller than me (and I think he’s be quite tall when he is fully grown!). Yes, what a journey.