Younger is finished with the first half of his senior year, and Elder is through the first half of his junior year. And I have both of my boys home with me.
And I am heartbreakingly aware that these moments are becoming more and more limited.
I have been told and have told others to enjoy the moment, to not blink. We have all heard the warnings about time passing by us at a speed we cannot slow.
And I miss my little boys. I miss the little arms tight around my neck, all the weight of a sleeping boy pressed against my chest. I miss faces that lit up when Mom returned after a couple of hours of absence. I miss being “Mommy.”
I miss the orneriness. The imagination. The fights for independence. The quiet moments of dependence.
But I also love who they are now. Younger teasing me over some admitted silliness. Elder accepting me asking him to let me know he made it somewhere alive rather than being offended that I don’t trust him to make it somewhere alive.
Younger trying to talk me into thinking it is my idea to take him to Panera.
Elder ending a telephone call with “I love you so much, Mom.”
So, yes, enjoy the moment.
Because you won’t have another moment just like this one. Or the next one. Or the thousandth one.
So, Merry Christmas to all of you.
And enjoy every precious moment.