My oldest boy turned 14 years old a few weeks ago!
It took me a while to post about it… because I went looking into my digital photo archives to find THE CUTEST POSSIBLE PHOTO I could find of him, and I ended up spending hours/days/weeks reminiscing about the good old days.
I finally found this photo and I decided: YUP this is the winner!
Funnily enough, it was a printed photo, so I had to carefully peel it off a cardboard backing and scan it. Who has time to do that these days?
Ironically, I didn’t even take the photo. It was taken by his kindergarten teacher when he was 6 years old. The teacher made all the kids sit in the sand pit, one by one, in the exact same spot, both hands on the exact same sand toys, and in the exact spot of shade — sit, smile, snap, done, next! Haha!
The fact that my first born has reached 14 years doesn’t really phase me.
He’s growing up to be an incredible and awesome young man, and I’m so so proud to be his mum. He has such interesting and strangely insightful opinions and perspectives, he has a great attitude, he’s full of funny stories, happy boyish talkative energy, crazy ideas, yet he’s so smart, focused, sensible, reasonable and reliable (most of the time).
He has definitely been an easy “first kid”. He’s definitely been a blessing to our lives. So as I look towards the rest of teenagedom: parties, driving, curfew, trust, part-time job, peer pressure, social media, exams… I’m not too worried.
The other day I was sorting through some old boxes in the shed. There was a folder full of my son’s old drawings, done when he was 4 or 5 years old. Squiggles, circles, faces, trees, apples, boats, Buzz Lightyear, pirates and more. I remember all of the drawings. All of our conversations.
I remember sitting at our wooden dinner table, with pencils spread out everywhere, there was a whole stack of white A4 paper and we drew and drew and drew and talked and laughed and ate fruit and I taught him numbers, shapes, colours, concepts… and NOW he’s editing video and learning algebra?!?!
Seriously. My mind was blown. Where did the time go?
That’s when it hit me. I choked up. I missed my little boy.
I missed his little round face. His giggles and grins. His cuddles. He’s obsession with trucks, lego and rhyming books.
I missed his little hands. And his little shoes.
He’s a lot bigger now, but he’ll always be my little boy!