Oh man! If I had a nickel for every time someone stopped me to tell me ‘blink and he’ll be in college’… I just want to say so badly ‘oh gosh. just stop. don’t tell me that. i can’t. i’m doing all i can to be in the moment. he is still considered a newborn, right?”
But I don’t. I just do my best to smile and answer politely and coax August to flash his gorgeous smile because I know their babies are in college, out of college, have babies of their own.
Last week, one very sweet little lady even told me that her baby is now 54 years old. No grandchildren. Just the 54 year old. Her baby.
Then she smiled and gently kissed August on the top of his head and that made me so very happy. And it made August happy, too.
August is growing. He will always be growing. And one day I will no longer be his. He will have his own. But he will most definitely always, always be mine. And I’ll go around kissing the tops of babies’ heads and thinking of him. My sweet and good baby.