I can’t believe it. Where has the time gone? :eek:
I’m picking him up from school today and we’re getting some ice cream and opening presents. (I got him a Gamecube; he’ll be totally psyched!!.. shhhhh, don’t tell him!) Later, we’re going out for dinner to celebrate with his big sister and their mom.
Somewhere between 5 and 7 he’s become too big for me to cradle in my arms. Limbs and head stick out too far for me to completely enfold his little (growing) body. Time is a thief.
Still, I enjoy all the times we spend together and I look forward to all the times ahead. Just wish he’d slow the growing up a little bit.
Aw, that’s sweet. When I read you were getting him a Gamecube I thought “Isn’t it a little late for that?”, but the Wii probably won’t be released until some time next century anyway so it’s all good As for kids growing up, tell me about it! My friend’s sister is seven this year and experimenting with makeup and li’l prostitot outfits. WTF? You’re supposed to be FOUR, dammit! :mad:
My #2 son just turned 8. 8! 8 is old–no longer a lil kid, but just a kid…time is a thief indeed. 7 is a great age, though. I love 7s. Enjoy a great year.
Hey Quicksilver, my son turned 7, two weeks ago. I know exactly what you mean. He’s had a Gamecube for a couple of years and can beat me (legitimately) on just about every game.
My son is turning 16 this weekend, and I’ve got major pangs. I remember 7. He was not posessed of all of his teeth. He was relentlessly energetic, fun, dirty, smudgy, everything a 7 year old ought to be.
Now he’s gentle, quiet, sullen, testosteroney. And the same loving creature he was. That phrase, that is now the phrase of the week.
Time Is A Thief. Word…
Enjoy the day, I bet he WILL be blown away by that gift !! My son is getting a new LCD monitor.
And…a huge cardboard box. Inside of which is another, and another, and another, and another, inside of which is the spare key to wife’s old Mazda Protege’ LX. The one I’m spending all day detailing tomorrow… -sigh-
He weighs like a sack of bricks. He still crawls into bed with us at night and it is like having my own personal heater. His sister does too and she is another personal heater. I love cuddle time. I love the independence they show and need, yet their need for hugs and reassurance.
Got him a Gamecube for his birthday and I have to say it is a fantastic motivator for him to get things done.
I cannot grasp any of the games at all and usually die quickly.
I have an almost-8 yo (and a 4yo and a 16mo). He’s memorized an entire Captain Underpants book and goes around reciting it, jumping up and down, flailing his arms for emphasis. . He could easily be an actor.
In 10 years, he’ll be fixing to graduate high school…
One week from today, mine turns 16, too. And I do remember seven - I still have the picures he did in school for me in my cube - I have the picture of him in his room when my husband painted the Bulls logo on the wall - it took up the whole wall. I have the Valentine’s Day Guess Who card that he made for me - and the cityscape he painted with Odells in it from third grade - little toys he’s given me just to spruce up my cube (he always came with me on take your kid to work day) - the little snowboarding dude he made out of graph paper and stuck on my plastic can of paper clips when he was 10 - The paper airplanes he colored all bright colors just for me, the pokemon pictures with notes to me - the note he slipped into my purse one night (it says I Love You Good NIGHT - yes in caps - he was learning cursive) that I found the next morning at work so I put it on my bulletin board - the mother’s day poems…back when it was all about riding bikes, watching cartoons, having fun, not having so much IMPORTANT stuff going on…and he thought I was the neatest thing in the whole world - that I knew EVERYTHING and could FIX EVERYTHING.
I’m about ready to cry.
Last night we talked about his starting with the ROTC next year in school - he wants to be a naval officer, then an FBI agent. He’s driving now - he’ll be getting his license in about a week. He’s dating. He’s doing senior level work in school - advanced math, science and english - he’s been listening to the TV news lately and has an opinion on everything. He’s obsessive about his grades. He also thinks I’m ok - but I really don’t know all that much after all, and some things can’t be fixed, even if you ARE a mommy. He’s learned hurt and disappointment and loss. And he’s turning into a fine young man who I’m very proud of…
My daughter turns 7 in less then two weeks. I know where you are coming from. I just got her her first “big girl” bike. A 24" 15 speed mountain bike. It’s big enough for me to ride it slightly uncomfortably.
I have a 16 y/o daughter, a 14 y/o son and my now 8 y/o son. I look at my older son, and see where my baby will be in a few, short years. I think back to how much fun the older two were when they were 7 and a bittersweet smile comes to my face. I said at the time that I must be cognizant of the present, to live in the moment etc. I tried. But…it’s gone. Not that there aren’t great things now, as teenagers–it is just different, but still.
<blows nose>
No kidding. Between the time I posted that tearful homage to the boy and right now, he and I had such words that he used the “f” word in upset and frustration. ( not AT me, but during the encounter).
I realized he’d hit the wall, I left the room so he could cool off. He came up for dinner a little while later, walked over to me, silently threw his arms around me and hung on. The daughter, she still sits in my lap to say goodnight at 14. He’s not much of a hugger, and that hug said volumes. I apologized, he apologized too, more hugs and he gave me a kiss on the cheek for good measure.
-sniffle- Sure, teenagers are insane. But I’m always reminded that under the nuclear implosion of teenagerhoodlinessocity, he is still my kid.
As for kids growing up, tell me about it! My friend’s sister is seven this year and experimenting with makeup and li’l prostitot outfits. WTF? You’re supposed to be FOUR, dammit! :mad: