Bird, our youngest is turning eight in less than 30 days. While most parents relish the idea of their youngest growing older, it is something that I dread. Maybe it’s knowing that without a doubt, he is my last child. There will never be any more firsts after his. No more first steps, first words, or baby snuggles will follow him. Eight marks the end of innocence as he is growing up.
Bird has always been an old soul. I imagine that hes been around much longer than his eight years. While most children are carefree, he is cautious and while most children fill their days with cartoons and toys he fills his with the science channel and his microscope. He loves science, math and everything to do with our universe. He is smart beyond his years and questions the world around him. He spends hours doing science experiments around the house and has even accidentally grown a corn plant out of the bathroom sink.
I dread the day that I will have to stop holding his hand in public, dropping him off 10 feet from the door and not being able to express our love in front of others. I dread the day that he will stop carrying his stuffed dog, fluffy, everywhere we go. I dread the day he starts driving and the day he is off to college as then I will be empty.
But until then, I will love him fiercely and cherish every “I love you” and kiss that comes along. I will live in each moment that I have with him and enjoy them. Because even though I dread him growing older, I am excited to see where he goes and the things he’s going to accomplish along the way.
Me: You are my baby Bird
Him: You are my momma bird
Him: And ever
Pamela Lewis is a Yorkville Photographer that specializes in childrens photography as well as family, maternity and newborn.