Eight
On Friday, my son turned eight.
This hardly seems possible, as it was just about a year ago that he entered the world, screaming like a cheetah and waving his fists. Or maybe it was a year ago that he finally sprouted some hair on the sides of his head, and took a few wavering steps toward me, drooling and babbling triumphantly.
No, I guess that has been a few years. Surely last year was the year where he was so excited over the Blue's Clues bag he received a gift in that he couldn't be bothered to open the present. Or maybe it was when his obsession with dinosaurs kicked in.
Okay, wow. He was pretty small when that all started. Maybe it was the time we celebrated his birthday with an outing to the beach?
No, he's much bigger than that now. Shoot.
This boy is looking a little bit more familiar. Surely kindergarten was only a month ago. Right?
I remember THAT little ditty like it was yesterday. And yet, the cheery little note on my calendar says my boy is EIGHT.
So, what has he been doing all these years? Losing teeth and growing new ones, for starters.
Learning every known fact about dinosaurs.
Mastering the almighty two-wheeler.
Alternately teasing his sisters and snuggling up to them.
Leaping in way over your head to almost any new situation, except those involving vegetables:
And of course, making my ears bleed from all the talking, and making my heart melt from all the loving.
Hey, buddy, I'm not quite sure how you woke up as an eight-year-old, when I clearly remember just yesterday when you fit in the crook of my arm. I remember all those milestones you've passed over these last eight, and yet I can't believe that you are so tall, and so smart, and so brave, and so... eight.
I'm the luckiest mom on the planet, and I'm glad you're my guy. I'm glad you still bury your nose in my neck when you hug me, and I'm glad that my kisses are still enough to make things right in your world. I know that's probably not long for this world. I'm also not in any hurry for your Elmer Fudd speech to fade, although with each passing month, it fades a little bit more. What can I say? It's nice to be wuved.
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Comments
Aww! Happy birthday to the eight-year-old. And wishing many more good memories to both of you.
Posted by: Mozi Esme's Mommy | September 8, 2008 12:41 AM
Happy Birthday wee man, huge hugs!
Posted by: Kal | September 8, 2008 3:44 AM
awwwww, happy birfday!
xo
Posted by: jenijen | September 8, 2008 6:47 AM
Aw, little boys are just the best, aren't they?
Happy birthday to your eight year old boy!
Leeann
niccofive.blogspot.com
Posted by: Leeann | September 8, 2008 8:59 AM
Happy Birthday Young Fella!
Posted by: Jerri Ann | September 8, 2008 11:34 AM
I felt this entry at a very deep level of my soul. Our baby turned eight just a little over a month ago, and I found myself ruminating over similarly skewed perspectives in time. He was just born. I don't know how he grew so quickly. I don't know where the time has gone. I wish I could slow it down.
But since I can't, I can console myself in the words of other involved parents who get it, who capture the little moments in their kids' lives because this is the difference between raising children and raising them right.
Thanks for the timely reminder.
Posted by: Carmi | September 8, 2008 8:07 PM
It goes by WAY too fast! 8 years old. Man, it feels like yesterday that I had discovered your blog for the first time, pregnant at the time, and thinking in parallel as I read your posts "oh my goodness, what have I gotten myself into" and "oh this is going to be FUN!" That was almost 4 years ago. Good grief. I can't believe how much all your kids have grown! Happy birthday to your little guy :-)
Posted by: heather | September 8, 2008 9:38 PM
sniff, sniff. It is such a wonderful amazing time. I do wish they would slow down. Happy birthday to your guy! I loved this post!
Posted by: mariasc | September 10, 2008 9:24 PM
Aww! Very sweet... I even feel a tear coming on. How do they grow up so fast???!
Posted by: jennyonthespot | September 13, 2008 11:25 PM
I know what you mean about it going by too fast. In a blink I have a 15 year old Sophmore in High School and a 10 year old 5th grader. I will have my baby in middle school next year! Since she will be going next year this will be the last Santa Christmas. Way to sad! I am going to make this a memorable Christmas this year. I have been saving up. (I posted about this on my blog.)
I'm really glad I took a detour and found your blog.
http://savingspotpourri.blogspot.com/
Posted by: Savings Assistant | September 19, 2008 7:55 PM
I'm new to this blog; just found it through my blog reader. Very sweet post...and yes I relate with a soon-to-be 8-year-old daughter on Sunday and a brand spankin' 5-year-old.
The oldest seems so mature and yet is still scared of automatic toilets. gotta love it.
The 5-year-old is a brave old soul who wants to be a rock star. You go girl.
yeah, being their favorite thing in the world is beautiful even as I brace for change. Enjoy the moments!
Posted by: Patient Parent | September 24, 2008 9:37 AM