Tuesday, December 8, 2009
A funny thing happened to me as my son Connor walked toward our hospital room to meet his newly born little brother.
He was no longer my baby—he was my big boy.
I couldn’t believe how instantaneous the change was. I saw him wander down the hall way with his Omi and he just looked so big and capable and sure of himself.
I have no words of wisdom to attempt to impart at the birth of my second son, save to say that the lyrics of that old song might be trite, but they still hold a great deal of truth.
“Where are you going my little one, little one?
where are you going my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two,
Turn around and you’re four.
Turn around and you’re a young boy
Going out of the door.”
They grow up so fast. Enjoy every precious moment.