Gone is the little imp who would hang on to my leg or insist I carry him, ever so quietly in any public place. He was replaced without my realizing it with the banshee who runs screaming down the aisle, asking over and over "what's this" or "mommy look at this." Gone is the child who would hide his face in whichever body part of mine that was closest if anyone talked to him that he didn't know very well. I was left with a child who instead asks what the person's name is that is talking to him, or starts an impromptu game of peek-a-boo in a fit of laughter. I miss the little boy who is gone, can you bring him back? But wait, no, you can't take this little boy back, I want to keep them both.
And you know, come to think of it, this isn't the first time this has happened! Suddenly now we have a young man in our midst yet just the the day there was this little boy who wanted to play wrestlers or a Scooby-Doo game with me. The same little boy who would fit in the play area tunnels with me for a game of hide-n-seek would now be bumping his head. Gone is the little boy who would sit to be read to, replaced instead with a teenager who will be driving next year, graduating in three.
See what happens when you blink, its a dangerous thing.
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