I Blinked
Thursday, the kid and I went for a walk. On the way back, he was complaining that his toes were rubbing in the end of his shoes - shoes we just bought a couple of months ago.
Friday his dad was going to take him someplace, and I pulled out a pair of running shoes I bought for myself last fall and hardly wore.
They fit the kid perfectly.
Yesterday morning it was cold out. The floors were chilly. I pulled a pair of handknit woolly socks out of my drawer.
Hmmmm . . .
Yes.
I blinked.
And suddenly the child is ten, and he can wear my socks.
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posted by Alwen | 5:32 PM
6 Comments:
I still haven't quite figured out how that happens.
Where does the time go?
Ten years isn't really all that long is it, when you look back on it. The decades roll around. Sigh.
Time runs so fast, before you know it he is taller than you too :-)
Tape your eyelids open. The next time you blink, he'll be 15, trying to shave, rolling his eyes and drawling, "Whatever." Hope he appreciaates the socks!
Hide them now! Rocketboy has intentionally or accidentally pilfered many of my socks and workout clothes.
Sigh. I'm right there with you, sister. PJ is currently in Grandma's size, but my feet are somewhat larger so I don't expect to be losing shoes (again) till he's 11, that's how old E. was when he started that. Note to self: buy pink shoes! ;-)
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