Since we were gone on Zachary's birthday, I thought I would express my feelings about it now. As of April 29th I have a 9 year old. It seems like only yesterday that he was born. He was so small and fragile and I remember thinking that I was going to break him (until I watched the nurses in the NICU and how they handle babies--wow they don't mess around!)
Now he is 9 and I have mixed feelings about it. On the positive side--he is self reliant and can do most everything himself. He is a big help with his younger sisters. He helps out around the house (taking out garbage, vacuuming, cleaning, etc.). On the negative side--he has grown up WAY too fast. I want him to stay little and he's not. He's technically not my baby anymore (although I tell him that he will be my baby until the day I die and forever after that).
I think that I have separation anxiety. I NEVER want my kids to leave me (o.k. that's not really true but I really hope that whomever he marries really likes me so that I see him OFTEN). I know I will have to let go someday but until then-I think I will keep him as close as possible (even if he is driving me crazy or being naughty, or fighting with his sisters, or begging for something that he HAS to have (even though he doesn't need it), etc., etc.). Happy Birthday Zachary!! I love you!!
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Not to kick you while you're down, but in just 10 years he could be filling out mission papers. My father-in-law reminded me of that fact, in regards to Tyler of course, just the other day. We've already been married almost 10 years and no way does it seem like it's been that long. Oh, where does the time go.
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