I stood, waiting in line at the bakery for my youngest’s birthday cake.
Beside me, a new mom was showing her brand new baby to her coworkers.
It took me a few minutes to realize I was doing the baby sway, rocking gently from side to side as I did when my boys were babies.
Impatiently, my son hopped from foot to foot, ready to get his cake and get out of there.
I smiled at the newborn and sighed down at my son the mother’s lament “You were just that small yesterday.”
He answered me in the way all kids answer moms who think years passed by in the blink of an eye, telling me no, he wasn’t just that small, he’s a big kid.
My big kid and I headed back home and I thought about the baby he was.
Born with a full head of hair, usually napping in the front carrier or swaddled up with his favorite blanket, he was an easy baby.
We enter the house and I see the marks on the wall where we’ve charted his growth. Over 5 inches grown just in the two years we’ve lived in this house.
He’s seven now.
No longer a baby, even if he is the baby of the family.
This age, it’s a wonderful one, full of independence and learning and wonder, yet still wanting a goodnight kiss.
But it’s all passing so quickly. It doesn’t feel that long ago that I was doing the baby sway, trying to get him to sleep.
Sometimes I still scoop him up, his long legs dangling well past my knees, and his body almost too heavy for me to carry.
I imagine I’ll remember this age as a time when he was so small as I look at the young man he’ll become and seven will seem so far away and like it just happened all at once.
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