A Glimpse

From time to time I'll catch my Mom looking at me with a soft smile on her face and her head tilted to the side. When I ask her what she's smiling at, her grin widens and her dimple flashes as she tells me that I used to do whatever mannerism I'm displaying at the moment when I was little. I just shake my head and smile back at her, a little baffled that she can still see the little girl I was in the woman I am now. I am, however, beginning to have an inkling of what she means when I look at my son....just in reverse.

A few days ago the Bubs and I were getting ready to go somewhere. It was our usual scene with clothes flying every which-a-way, explanations of our day's agenda for the Bubs and intense negotiations about what toys to take. In the midst of all of the mania I happened to glance over my shoulder at the Bubs as he went to his playroom and I headed in the opposite direction to grab something from my room. I smiled at how much he favored his Dad with his belted jeans and blue polo shirt on. Suddenly the image of my little boy shifted and I saw a glimpse of what he'll look like when he gets older. Tall, broad-shouldered with the same mischievious grin and a twinkle in his eye looking so much like his Dad. Oh! My chest went a little tight and my breath caught in my throat. I'm not ready to see my little guy all grown up!

He's already so tall and he speaks like an adult when he cares to which, to me, makes it seem like he's growing up with a rapidity that I wish I could hold back....just a little. I know. I'm just being a selfish momma. Can you blame me?