Snow Day Reflections

imageI was sitting here tonight, contemplating a snow day tomorrow with all three of the boys home, and I suddenly realized how few days like that I really have left. See that boy over there to the left. That’s my oldest and he’s going to be 17 years old next month.

17?!?!? How the hell did that happen?

It honestly seems like only yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. I remember him being small enough that I could hold him with one arm. Of course, small for him was still 9 lbs but, compared to now…

I remember the nights of colic, walking and walking and walking. I use to know exactly how many steps it took to get from any one spot in our apartment to another. That’s how much walking we did those first 3 months.

I remember when he was about 2 years old and he developed a fascination with the bright stars in the night sky (thanks , mom!). Of course, it was colder weather when this fascination struck. So, every night after he was dressed in his footie pajamas, we bundled him into his heavy coat and he ran in circles around the parking lot, swinging his arms up into the air and babbling about the bright stars.

I remember when we finally moved into our first house. Marty was one of the younger kids in the neighborhood but he was always the one directing the play. He would regularly have 3 or more kids who were 4+ years older than him pretending our swing set was some sort of spaceship and he was the captain. I also remember trekking out into our woods with Marty and those older kids to collect the deer skull and vertebrae they had found. I think I earned coolest mom on the block status because I not only brought those bones home but I let Marty keep them once they were cleaned.

I remember camping trips with cub scouts, field trips with school, and the head butting and outright battles when I had to teach him Algebra.

But, mostly I think about what a fabulous kid young man he has grown into and how little time I really have left with him here in the house.

I sure hope it snows enough to build a good snowman with him tomorrow…or at least snows enough so I can pelt him with a few snowballs.

5 Responses to Snow Day Reflections
  1. Verna
    January 28, 2014 | 2:02 am

    Wow, time flies!! I can’t believe how big and grown our babies are getting! Miss our calls…we should talk on the phone soon!
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  2. Lisa
    January 28, 2014 | 6:38 am

    I know how you feel. I am happy that my son, Will(he also will be 17 in Aug) still comes in my room when I am sick and just sits and watches tv w/ me. For the last few days, he justs does his homework in whatever area I am just to talk about his day. Amazingly, he still wants hugs from me (in public too). I am happy that my 20 year old daughter, when she comes home from college, comes in my room and will talk for hours about everything going on in her life and ask sometimes “what do you think I should do?” I don’t want to lose those moments because they don’t last forever. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Eliz Frank
    January 28, 2014 | 10:01 am

    Time sure does fly and all those sleepless nights and endless play become fond memories we hold dear. Your son is now a handsome young man and you are the richer for the experiences you shared. Beautiful.
    Elizabeth via ICLW

  4. Mrs. Gamgee
    January 28, 2014 | 10:00 pm

    Wow… the do grow up fast.
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