Though I sometimes wish I could re-play a day in the company of a pre-schooled aged JT, he's no longer a lap-sized bundle of silly little boy. I know that. The problem is that in my mind, I am the mother of this boy.
Or this one.
Reality these days is somewhat larger than these boys. While he isn't yet fully grown, he is running headlong into manhood. Sometimes I feel my little boy slipping away and I just want to stop and embrace the moment. These days he is big and strong and all sorts of teenaged madness, thankfully with a sense of humor and the confident knowledge that his mama thinks he hung the moon.