He likes to sing along, this last baby of mine. He doesn’t have many words (except shoe, which is his favorite thing to say), but he likes to add his voice to the chorus of little people in my house. The son and daughter are always singing. Silly songs, Star Wars songs, anything they come up with. The baby just adds his own flair to their creations.
His voice is changing now, less baby, more toddler and I know that soon he will be filled with words rather than the tender vocalizations that melt my heart. A part of me is sad as I see the baby years begin to fade in the rear view mirror of my life. The sleepy night time cuddles and snuggles. He’s always been such a trooper, contented to go along wherever we had to be. Now he has stronger opinions and he vocalizes them loudly (if often wordlessly).
I know that I will blink and the diaper years will be gone and all the rest will follow close behind. (We’re already making plans for the crib to take its well deserved retirement from service.) Everyone said it would go fast, and I tried so hard to slow it down. As I tuck him in at night and hold him close and whisper “Please don’t grow up too fast. You’re the last one.”
(We call the picture, the Simon selfie. The only way to get a decent picture of him these days).
Your lovely and haunting words left me with tears in my eyes. That’s rare. Very rare.
#1 at FMF this week.
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Andrew, I am always touched by your kind words. I’m honored you took the time to stop by. Thank you.
Treasure the moments; they do grow up so fast! Sounds like you have lots of singing around your place. May you awaken with a song in your heart each day this week! Visiting from #51 at FMF this week.