4 years, 8 months.
I’ve never felt that you are growing up too quickly. I think you’re growing up at exactly the right speed.
The metronome in my head works just fine as it measures at what rate you should graduate across the sliding scale of baby to boy.
Maybe a good reason I feel this way is that I’ve written at least one blog post and/or letter to or about you since before you were born. That’s more than 5 years now!
There are now hundreds of stories and pictures of your life story that I have preserved in time. (And they all can be retrieved by clicking on the Blog Archives tab on the left side of the screen.)
So maybe I am the exception to the rule of feeling my kid is growing up too fast. I never find myself missing any younger version of you. I have warm nostalgic thoughts about those days, but I don’t miss them.
Because I so appreciate who you are now.
You’re perfect. You’re exactly everything I could possibly hope for in a son.
You are a beautiful, intelligent, and creative young boy.
It is a gift each day that I get to see who you are becoming.
Maybe I’m being too pragmatic here, but if I really wanted to relive the “baby days”, I should focus getting you a brother or sister…
That seems like the best way to relive that time period, but at the same time be able to appreciate the nearly 5 year-old boy you are.
But no, you’re not growing up too quickly for me.
You’re my genius son who just entered his Lego creations into the upcoming county fair. But you’re also down-to-Earth enough that you fully appreciated the “pooping moose” key chain I brought back from Grand Rapids this week as a souvenir.