Saturday, February 9, 2013
We just bought Drew a new pair of shoes, and somewhere in between the Nike & the Converse isles I shed a few tears. I kept it from breaking out into the ugly cry, but I just couldn't hold it all in. For the first time, I bought my little boy a pair of shoes the same size as my own. (Sniffle, sniffle.) I was unprepared for the event. He told me his shoes hurt his feet, but I thought he just didn't like his shoes anymore. He goes through fashion phases quickly and what he thinks is cool one week is so little-kid the next week, so I might have, just maybe ignored him for a little bit. He walked in wearing a size three, and strutted out wearing a size five and a huge grin. (Ok, maybe I ignored him a little too long, but I'm choosing to believe that he had a massive growth spurt last night) My little boy is no longer a little boy. I knew it would happen. I love that it's happening. I love watching him grow and learn and change, but does it have to happen so quickly? I just feel like I need to stop time for a moment so I can catch up. This is the part of parenting that I never imagined... every joy falling in the shadow of the heartbreak of knowing you can never reclaim those moments. Today, staring at a wall of orange shoe boxes and my kiddo's wiggly toes... today held a little moment that I will always remember.