They grow up so fast. You hear it over and over again, and you have no choice but to believe it as you watch them change over night.
I’d stopped calling Booger “baby”, and call him “little boy” now. I knew he was growing up. His features have thinned out considerably, he truly interacts with us, and he has strong opinions. Very strong. Too strong… I digress. My sweet Booger is growing up.
It wasn’t, however, until our last trip to the petting zoo that I realized the extent. In his excitement running around gawking at all the animals, Booger tripped and skinned his knee on the sidewalk. He only cried for about five seconds, but I fought back tears for the rest of the outing.
It wasn’t that he was in pain, it was the sudden realization that my little boy is growing up too quickly. Leaving behind that bit of skin on that pavement was like a right of passage to toddlerhood. He passed the test and move right out of babyhood. Three days later, I still tear up when I look at that little scab that has memorialized the transition.
He’ll always be my little baby, but it squeezes at my heart when I realize that that part of his life is passed. And while I softly cry inside over its end, I look forward to the future and all the wonderful things to come.