Last night before bed Sam asked me to carry him upstairs. I rarely get to hold him anymore at 5. I can remember Sam at 3 as I was watching my good friend with her son at 5. He was so grown up. Such a boy. I couldn't imagine being there. I am now.
As I carried him up the stairs with his head on my shoulder he whispered in my ear, ' Mommy, it still makes me feel better when you hold me.'
Watching your children grow up can be so very bittersweet.