This picture simply kills me; brings me right down to my Mommy knees. I walked in on Danny getting ready for the Junior Prom and this moment took my breath away. He rolled his teenaged eyes at me as I began clicking, but it mattered not. I am pretty sure he gets it under all the bravado.
This was a week of milestones. Ones that he simply glided through while my heart both swelled and ached.
A friend I have carpooled with since the boys were in pre-school called me the other day and shared a moment that summed it all up.
She said she was driving him to hebrew school for the last time, which ended this week with a Confirmation service. She looked in her rearview mirror at the young man with the hairly legs and deep voice who needed a shave. She could not help but think of the little boy with the blonde bowl haircut that she used to lift out of the car seat so many years ago.
Hey, they grow up! Back when they were little, there were those days I thought would never end. Having grown kids was not something I could fathom.
Now I turn around and think, “Hey, who is that man?”