As we snuggled up on the couch, his head on my lap, curled up with his beloved "cuddle cuddle uppet", Alex looked up at me and said "Mama, I do never want to get big".
I asked him why and he said because if he gets big, I won't push him on the swings...and he won't be able to sit on my lap anymore.
As my heart wept just a little, I (tried to) assure him that he'd NEVER be too big for that. No matter how big he gets, he'll ALWAYS be my little boy.
But the truth is, he IS going to get bigger. He WILL (someday) be too big to (comfortably) sit on my lap.
And I, too, wish he never had to grow up. I want him to forever be my baby. I want him to always love snuggling with his "Mama". I rather enjoy the magic my kisses bring. I love having all the answers, a special touch and comforting hugs. When he gets big, he'll be too cool, too smart, and too busy.
Peter Pan had something with his whole "Never Grow Up" mentality. If only the Lost Boys were taking new members.
So I guess, instead, I will just have to soak up every minute I'm granted with my "little" boy. I will learn to relish all the monumental milestones growing "BIG" brings, and do my best to push Alex on the swings as much as I can NOW.
