Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Stop the Clock!!

My first son was born a week early.  Wonderful surprise.  My second little boy was born a day late.  I was so upset when I passed his due date, like it was all over and there wasn't going to be a baby afterall, but there he was the very next day, a bouncing baby boy.  He has yet to quit bouncing.

He is sick with a cold right now that has left the other three of us feeling droopy and lethargic, has it slowed him down?  Nope.  Do I mind?  Nope.  Does he ever stop smiling or trying to make me laugh.  Nope!

There are 54 minutes left before he turns 11 and I don't know where the time has gone.  Everyone says that.  All parents feel that, but I really, really don't know how it could have gone so fast.  The boys love to freak me out and tell me how many years they have left until they are grown and moving away, like they will be leaving by the end of their 18th birthdays.  Cake, presents, out the door?  I sure hope not.  I can hardly stand the thought of it.  I will be the worst empty-nester there ever was.

So as the clock ticks away and I am struggling to keep from waking the little guy up so I can hold him while it turns into tomorrow, I wish I could turn the clock back or take a hammer to it, giving me more time.


  1. What a beautiful but sad story.
    I feel the same about my son. He is coming up for his 8th birthday and as I watch him sleep I want to wake him up to enjoy the moment.
    Nothing lasts forever.

    On a more upbeat note, my son doesn't stop moving either. Unfortunatley, at times, it's drives me bananas. :)

  2. I ended up waking him up. It was sweet because I caught my older son up sneaking time on the computer, so we were also able to share the time with him after a stern lecturing on internet safety. lol

  3. Lol.:)
    Cool, I love it when a plan comes together.

  4. Sounds like you need to have another baby so it doesn't end so soon! ;)

    Seriously, thanks for the reminder to treasure these moments and not get aggravated because everyone isn't moving in the right direction ...

  5. I don't know why 11 was so hard for me. I guess because after watching the changes in his brother since he turned 11 I know what's coming. Not bad changes, but big changes.
    I've given myself one more year to decide if I'm done or not. The freedom of having older kids has been nice. ;)