But those days are gone.
Today they take showers--long showers by themselves. Today I get a goodnight kiss, but no one needs me to stay in their room to ward off the bad guys. Today they are too big to be carried.
I started reading Jacob's book and all of the cute things that he used to do and say. For example, when he was 4 we saw a funeral procession. I was driving so I pulled the car over and explained what was going on. When I pointed out the hearse that was carrying the body of the person who had died, Jacob said, "Why didn't that person go to heaven?" I told him that when you die, your body doesn't go to heaven. He thought about that for a minute and then exclaimed, "You mean just your HEAD goes?!" Smile.
I haven't written in his book in a long time, because burping and playing loud music isn't as "cute" as shooting pretend arrows with a clothes hanger while wearing underoos and cowboy boots. But as I was watching Jacob sit on the couch and play his banjo, I thought, "This is a happy time too."
How did we go from playing with a flyswatter to playing a banjo?
From wearing a super hero cape to wearing skinny jeans?
From playing in the dirt to photography?
From eating "kie-coos" (cookies) to making crepes?
How did it happen? It seems like a long time ago and yet seems like it was yesterday. All of those years, and all of those changes--from baby, to boy, to teenager--happened one day at a time. I realized as I watched him that today was going to pass into tomorrow and into the day after that and into next year and then one day he would be a grown man.
One day at a time.
So I am determined not to spend my time missing the boy he was, but enjoying the young man that he is. Because tomorrow he will be different--maybe not enough so that I can see it--but not the same as he is today.