Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Piggy things

I didn't tear up when my boys said their first words, took their first steps, or blew our their first birthday candles.  I cherish those memories, but they don't bring tears to my eyes.

So why was I getting misty when L learned Pig Latin today?  Something about those mixed-up syllables brought me back to my own childhood, and made me see L through a different lens.  Less the boy of my very own, more a boy of his very own. 

I remember having that same moment with M.


It was around this point last year that M asked for a haircut. L's still holding strong.

I may not have any babies left, and I can handle that. But please L, please never take those perfect, curly piggy tails away from me.


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