Oh, that takes my breath. It is hard to type. I love childhood. It is magical. Anything is still possible. Creativity abounds without borders. The sky is the limit ~ wide open and free. You've heard it said ~ every child is an artist. Well, I agree and I would add ~ every child is a dreamer ~ a dreamer of big beautiful dreams. And, I find great joy in helping to make these things possible as best I can. A fort in the woods, turning our kitchen into a store, creating a make believe camp out in the living room, etc. I love childhood. The world has yet to criticize, to feed them negativity, to burst their bubble, shatter their dreams... They are still living life to the full, going all out, playing with all their heart.
I wasn't expecting it. I hadn't even thought about it until it began to evolve on its own. I think the first thing I noticed was the way he spent his free time began to change. He used to dress up like a cowboy and lead his brothers in imaginative play. But, slowly his free time has become 100% sports related. He is either playing football or basketball or watching football or basketball. Last Christmas he wasn't all that interested in cutting out and icing Christmas cookies with me. And, then Joshua became "Josh." He decided his hair should be a little longer in the front. And, then he started flipping it with this gentle toss of his head that instantly became fodder for his father and I.
Somedays it doesn't bother me at all. But, somedays as I watch him move and talk and seem so mature, a part of me gets a little sad that this is actually happening. He is actually going to grow up. He is actually going to fly one day. Yikes! Makes me want to enjoy these moments so much because before long these moments will all be memories...
