This is for all the people with children growing up too fast. Even though my Little Dude is only 20 months old, it is going by way too fast. Even though I certainly have those moments where I want to hurry him to bed, or get exasperated because it is taking f-o-r-e-v-e-r to get him dress and out the door, it really hit me today that these moments will be gone soon, and all too soon, he wont need me to do anything for him, and he probably wont want me to do anything for him.
Why did this thought hit me? I went to the doctor for a JR check up, (which went great,everything is good), and left Little Dude with Uncle John. As I was leaving, I was so happy to not have the diaper bag; the thought of parking and going straight inside the office without messing with a stroller-I was elated!
Until I saw Little Dude crying in the window as I pulled out of the driveway. It hit me-how much longer will he do that, before he's "too grown"? How much longer do I have of him WANTING to hold my hand and snuggle at night to read stories-I don't know, but I know that I'm going to do my best to enjoy every second I get, even the ones that are tempting to get exasperated at. So, I am off to play with my son, and tuck him into bed.