I find it hard to accept: they are growing up. More and more, they’d rather play with peers than with us. They confidently say, “I can do it.” They share their own opinions and thoughts on things. They simply aren’t that little, and they don’t want to be called such.
It’s hard to accept that these little boys are entirely their own people, off to grow into big skin and big ideals in a big world. On a very real level they aren’t mine at all: God’s got them. He has all along, and increasingly, He’s the only One who does.
It’s hard to hear ‘no’ when I offer to sit, snuggle and read a book, hard to feel my son’s hand pull away as we near the school door, hard to knock on the door and get a response of needing alone time, of not needing me.
But this is what I signed up for. It’s just hard to accept, and thankfully, there’s still a long way to go.