summer 2007
summer 2011
Still rocking the 3T seersucker suit. What happened to my baby?
first day of Beginners, September 2009
last day of Kindergarten, June 2011
My baby is 6.5 He swims competently, though inelegantly. He reads short words. He loves Star Wars and Legos. He beats up on his sister. He makes me laugh every single day. He is about to lose a tooth. He still curls up in my arms when I pick him up at night. He tells me he loves me as much as the sky. He has a very strong sartorial point of view. It’s not his fault, but he also makes me cry every single day.
The transitions, big and small, keep coming at me, inexorable as the tides. When will I learn to let go, to float on them?
Wow, it’s scary to see how fast time flies, but wonderful at all the growth you get to witness in your children. That is really precious 🙂
Such an adorable boy, I love the passage of time here. I don’t think you’ll be ready to let it go until he’s much older, and that’s ok. When you’re ready you just will, it will be as effortless as the tides you speak of. 🙂 For now, take it all in, hold onto it long enough to savor. That’s all you can do… 🙂
wow, this makes me pause and breathe in the passage of time, the development of body and soul, the way life moves and we are moved by life. thank you.
I definitely need to buy a seersucker suit. So precious.
I love these photos. It’s funny because I so often measure William’s age in relation to Whit’s… remembering when you met William shortly after his birth and the boys share a birthday… thinking then, “wow, Whit is 2. I can’t even imagine 2.” And now, seeing these pictures of him at 6.5 and knowing that he’s got a loose tooth, I have the same thought, “wow, 6.5. I can’t imagine 6.5 Or a loose tooth. Or the ability to read words.” It flies by. It happens so fast. But, how oh-so-special that he is such a sweet little boy and still shares tender, cuddly moments with you.
Oh, I have never seen early photos of Whit – what a guy!
And once again, we are floating in the same vein. When I posted this
“Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
yesterday, I thought of you and your kids, too. To say nothing of my 18 year old… I just try to ride the waves. As you said, it just is.
XOXO
Oh Lindsey, I feel your pain. My daughter is nine. NINE. She’ll be a tween in middle school the next time I turn around. In many ways, she’s already smarter than I am. Funnier, too. And I can’t help but wonder, where did my little girl go?
Mamas and their boys break me.
Wow. What a beautiful boy. It goes way, way, way too fast!
Oh you say “when am I going to learn to let go”. And I think why do you have to? Of course you do, but you don’t as well. I have a boy who is 7 yo and I know so well the stage you are in. Snuggles tucked inside independence and trying to be like the older ones. So cute – mine never had a suit.