Total mom post today.
Okay, our house, specifically my poor little boy’s body, has been a depository for all things sickly in the area. Every germ in town seems to have moved in and munched on his little immune system at some point this week. Every two days there was a change in the symptoms — thought he was finally better and now his asthma has decided to kick in. It’s been a sleepless week for me and I’ve decided it’s OVER. All germs are being evicted effective IMMEDIATELY. MOVE OUT.
While putting my sweet little boy (who’s not so little anymore) to bed tonight we had to search around in the covers for his woobie (blanket) which is really at the end of its life. It’s so sad. He’s had his woobie since he was born and it’s just been loved to shreds. It’s the softest thing you’ve ever felt in your whole life and so worn down it’s see through. He has not abused it (though I think I may have washed it a bit too much in retrospect…) I don’t know how many pieces it’s in now — every morning he wakes up and there seems to be several more shreds floating around in the covers – it’s disintegrating – the woobie-dust sure to be removed the next time his sheets are washed. I am very sad. For him especially. Becuase I feel like so very very soon it will be nothing. I will not need to find a way to wean him from something that he will be too old for. It will wean itself. So I went through pictures to remember what it looked like new. And found this little gem. Where my child looked a bit asian still, still loved to snuggle with his mummy, and his woobie is brand spankin’ new (AND big enough to wrap him in!) I recognize his mouth, cheeks, and chin in the picture below, but everything else about him looks so very different to me. Seven days in the picture, six years today, and college tomorrow. I send you all off to enjoy your children!
