When do you realise your baby is growing up? When they are young, there are so many milestones – first steps, first teeth, first words. As they get older, the years seem to accelerate. I swear Andrew when straight from 12 to 18 in the blind of an eye. There are years I don’t even remember.
When he left home, he still didn’t feel like an adult. When he started uni, when he turned 18. Sure they are big moments but today he told me something that made me realise he’s not a kid any longer. One of those small moments that I’m sure mothers will understand.
Today Andrew bought himself towels!
It’s funny, while he was telling me about this, I was reading Sue’s post with her photo of her son on his 18th. Even though Andrew’s a year older, he seems so much younger. When I look for him in a crowd, I still look for a little kid and am constantly surprised to his 6 foot frame ambling toward me. The Andrew in my head has stayed about 6 years old, wearing swimming googles and a fireman’s hat. He smells like Johnson’s baby soap and wears soft, flannelette pyjamas.
He’s not old enough to be buying his own towels.
My eating has been crazy lately. What’s my problem? I’ve been way, way over my calories for the past two days. Tonight I had Maccas. Just a cheeseburger. Enough to remind me that I hate Maccas. I feel so bloated and sick. I had other bad food aplenty too. I think I’ll stop pigging out now – I really don’t like it.