Today I paid for the last month of Mother’s Day Out for Harry. He has been going there since he was 6 months old and today was the day I realized we are all done with that wonderful place. Next year he will be in pre-school which is only one step away from big kid school. Not my little Harry. I don’t want it to happen.
If I think about it too hard I have a tendency to focus too much on how much I’m losing instead of living in the now. He is so much fun and so easy to be with that I’m already grieving the loss of this age before it’s even passed. It’s hard not to. I don’t want to think about him getting bigger because when I do I start to feel the loss of what I have right now. Right now I have that little boy smell that is still a good smell, not a gross, bottom smell. Right now I have a little hand that always reaches for mine instead of the other way around. Right now I have hugs first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Right now I have the little voice, that precious little voice.
A few weeks ago I took a few little videos of Harry to capture the words he gets mixed up. Sometimes he switches his Bs and Vs and for some reason he says “wallermelon” but can say “water” just fine. It’s so precious that we don’t correct him. All too soon he’ll figure out the right way to say these things and then I’ll be sad all over again. You think you’ll always remember the cute things they say and do but if you don’t write them down or capture them on video, it fades with time. This post is mostly just for me and Dear Husband and the close relatives so we can have this memory as he gets bigger.
I know that he will be fun and silly and a blast as he gets older but right now I can’t think about that. Right now I just want a big bowl of wallermelon while I watch Max and Ruvy.
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