I have a science-y post for you later this evening (you know, after mama's had a glass of wine or two), but right now the domestic and laboratory goddess is a bit emotional. I am in the middle of cooking dinner and Little Isis is sitting on a stool in the kitchen, chattering about his day like he does most evenings.
What inspired me to write now is that, when I first turned to him to start to talk back about his day at school, I noticed him sitting with his hands buried in his pockets. This is not a particularly impressive skill (the ability to put one's hands in one's pockets) but I was struck by how much he looked like a little boy -- and I noted that this is the first time I have really seen him as a little boy instead of a baby or toddler.
He doesn't know it, but after dinner I am going to wrap him up in a blanket and rock him in our rocking chair. I am hoping that if we don't get up out of the chair that I can keep him this way forever.
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$DAUGHTER is a very wise child indeed. She taught me by example to enjoy every stage of life as it happens -- and then let go, because there are other wonders to explore.
Posted by: D. C. Sessions | January 29, 2009 8:55 PM
It is so short, and now that mine are adults you would not believe how much I miss their younger selves. To the point where I can barely watch the video we shot of them as kids.
Posted by: DV82XL | January 29, 2009 9:24 PM
:sniffle::
That hands-in-the-pockets thing gets me every time!
Posted by: The Perky Skeptic | January 29, 2009 9:32 PM
Awww. I remember when my youngest was out of diapers, she felt so different when I was holding her without that padding. She didn't feel like a baby anymore.
Posted by: Lilian Nattel | January 29, 2009 10:21 PM
I know how this feels.
Every once in a while, through some gesture or motion of theirs, I get a glimpse of how my little girls will look as young women, and my heart wants to burst.
Posted by: sandy | January 29, 2009 10:41 PM
Dr. Isis, I am genuinely touched.
My mom tried to keep me that way too, but it hasn't been as easy since I passed 200 lbs.Posted by: mudphudder | January 29, 2009 10:43 PM
I had the same reaction the first time I put Baby Jane's hair in pigtails. And I have to say, my heart broke just a little bit. I'm glad to have gained a little girl, but sad to have lost my baby girl.
Posted by: Jane | January 29, 2009 10:46 PM
You can't stop it. Once they start to pay attention to their cohort, all is lost and you just get to wait until they leave home (*sob*)...
Posted by: John S. Wilkins | January 29, 2009 10:54 PM
I have to say that this is how you'll probably feel at the cusp of every stage of life. When little Isis hits pre-school graduation, you'll be wishing that stage could last forever. I suspect that might change when they become teenagers - then we'll probably wish they'd just get over it already.....
Posted by: DuWayne | January 30, 2009 11:51 AM
OH Isis, my heart breaks for you. They grow up way too fast, and sometimes it feels like we don't get to enjoy it enough. But then he is talking to you which is so cute. Lots of hugs to you both.
Posted by: ScientistMother | January 30, 2009 12:43 PM
I remember those moments, even 30 years later the memories have not faded.
Posted by: Donna B. | January 30, 2009 8:28 PM
Oh, Isis, that is so sweet. Good of you to enjoy him the way he is now.
Posted by: Candid Engineer | February 1, 2009 8:39 AM