I have these "mom moments" when, despite all the crazies of my life with three monkey children, one (or more) of them will do or say something, or have a moment when I'm stopped in my tracks, and I catch myself looking at the individual that they are becoming right before me. At the same time, I find myself remembering the littles that they once were...and not knowing what happened to all of that "in-between-time".
My "mom moments" typically last all of 15 seconds. Just long enough for the tears to begin to well up in my eyes as I remember with pride...and then I move on with life.
But somehow ...
First-born monkey child is 16 years old. Officially closer to 17 than he is 15. Not yet driving, but there are rumors that will be happening ... soon.
He's a Junior in high school. When did that happen?
Today we're heading out for our first college visit.
This morning, my 15-second "mom moment" became 10 minutes of mom tears in the bathroom.
...and the little boy who was once fascinated with all things related to Thomas The Tank Engine, is now fascinated with all of the technical things that are movie related.
...and the little boy who once spent 2 years learning the cello, now head bangs with the best of 80's metal (making his momma proud!)
...and my little boy is growing into an amazing young man right in front of my eyes.