In two days my baby boy will be 10 years old. I swear, the past 10 years flew by in the blink of an eye! It seems like yesterday that I was longing to be a mother. Now here I am looking at my precious baby son, who can almost stand and look me in the eye!
Today when I said (probably for the fourteenth time) "I can't believe my baby boy is going to be 10", he replied "Mom, I am NOT a BABY!" But he is. He always will be, to me. I can now understand why my grandmother treated my dad the way she did. He was her baby. Even when he was 50 years old, she still saw that tiny face she held for the first time.
My baby is a basketball player, and loves to ride his bike. He loves Lego, and Spiderman, and Wii. He does not like homework, or reading, or cleaning his room. He is friendly and kind, and adores his little sister. He isn't happy about leaving his cousins and grandparents and friends to move to London, but he has been wonderful about looking on the bright side of moving. I could not be more proud of my precious boy. He is growing up, but he will always be my baby. And I am a very lucky Mom.
In two days my baby boy will be 10 years old. I swear, the past 10 years flew by in the blink of an eye! It seems like yesterday that I was longing to be a mother. Now here I am looking at my precious baby son, who can almost stand and look me in the eye!
In that picture of you holding him by the water, he doesn't look any different - just smaller. I keep telling my almost 10 year old to stop growing - can't help but wish he'd stay little just a while longer.
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