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It’s that time of year again; presents, candles, cake and my boy turning one year older. He is eight years old this year, and as I reflect on the past years, I realize how quickly the time goes by. From the moment he was born, to crawling, to his first steps and on to learning his ABC’s, memories were being made.

Some of those times were hard. Sleepless nights with an infant who thought that daytime took place at night. Or the days I spent worrying when he had learned to walk but hadn’t mastered it completely. The stitches that went into his chin after he fell. But there were also those wonderful times. Hearing him say “mama” for the first time or when he kissed me and told me he loved me. And especially how he would look at life with a sweet innocence; forcing me to look at life differentlybetter.

Recently, Carter told me, “Mom, I’m starting to leave childhood behind.” I said, “What makes you think that?” He said, “I just feel different. He continued, “I’m getting a mustache, there’s more hair on my arms and I can read really hard books.” I asked if this feeling of leaving childhood bothered him. He said, “No. It’s exciting because it means I’m growing up and I can do more things.”

Weeping Yet Proud

Secretly, in my mind, I was weeping for the infant I’d once had, yet proud of the boy he had become. If only I could slow time down for just a bit so I could smell his infant skin, swaddle him close or listen to his toddler babble. But we can’t slow time down and if anything, this has taught me to appreciate the time we’ve been given with each otherenjoying each stage, phase and, milestone.

Currently, I’m enjoying his sense of humor, his appreciation for reading, his sensitivities, and his profound thoughts and statements. I’m enjoying this time with him; right now. May this next year provide us with many more memories to savor as the time passes ever so quickly.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them…” (Psalm 127:3-5).

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