He'll ALWAYS be my baby.....right???

It's amazing how fast time flies. Your parents always tell you to treasure the time you have because it goes by so quickly. I never realized these words to be true until i had children.  The past couple weeks have had death, birth of new babies, and celebrated birthdays, and with that it made me go back and look at the past; to look at my babies, well when they were babies and just reminisce.

I remember it all like it was just yesterday. It was January 23rd, 2003. My due date. I went in for my 40 week check up and they did an ultrasound to find that i had a slow leak, and admitted me into the hospital to start the pitocin. 12 hours of labor, 20 minutes of pushing and at 12:35am January 24, 2003 out came this 6lb 11oz black haired little boy. My life forever changed. FOR THE BETTER.

I was obsessed with taking his picture, because to me he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. My mom always told me "lyndsi you keep kissing his face like that you're going to kiss his face right off". but i didn't care, i was going to forever kiss him.

My little man is 11 now, he's almost as tall as me, wears the same size shoe as me and prefers to use Axe body wash and shampoo. He's in his 7th year of baseball and just turned in his registration for middle school. To be honest, I cried when i filled it out. Where is my baby? Where did he go? What happened to laying on the floor and playing with Tupperware, and finger painting, and being paranoid you were going to fall going up the stairs? *sigh* why do those things need to stop? Why must you grow up? I know its selfish to want to keep him little, but all moms wish the same thing.

My boy is almost a teenager. Just saying "teenager" makes me quiver. I hate it. Teenagers are assholes, i know, i used to be one. Will my Joey no longer hug me? Will he want me to drop him off down the street? Are his friends going to become more important than his mother? Answer....yes. It's something I've known since he was born, but never wanted it to come. I live today for the moments when he gives me a kiss before bed, or comes up to me and hugs me for no reason, and that very rare moment when the word "mommy" slips from his lips. He's growing up, and he is forever going to be that beautiful bouncing baby boy to me. Perfect in every way.

So when your mom tells you to treasure every moment, do it. Take millions of pictures because you'll never be able to get those moments back, and one day you're going to be like me and sit down and go through memory lane and smile because you know that this far, you've done a pretty good job.