Sunrise Sunset

I hate it when my life becomes cliche. My son (biological oldest) turned thirteen and I cried. Not because now that he’s older I’m older, I’m ok with that. We were teasing him, my husband is Jewish, So we’re were telling my son that if he had a Bar Mitzah he would be a man. That was all very funny, but it occurred to me that in many ways, although certainly not a man, he didn’t need me anymore. I know I know…..he still needs me but for fewer and fewer reasons.

I am also aware that this is how life is supposed to go. I am very proud of the people my sons are becoming. But, one of the most precious memories of Sam that I carry is from when he was an infant. Our early morning habit up until his brother was born, he would cuddle on my lap for an hour or more with a bottle or juice. There would be no noise no interruption only us. That’s been gone for awhile and I’m noticing less and less alone time with both of my babies, which aren’t babies anymore. I have once again become cliche!

~ by sharifisher on February 18, 2008.