(I said to him, "Give me your best, beautiful smile!" and he said, "Is this funny, Mom?")
I found this print on Etsy and think I need to post it somewhere to read constantly:
These years are good years. Hard ones, of course, but the growing of roots is a privileged time that I find myself wasting too often in frustration and exhaustion. I'm doing better, though, because before long those little boy legs will be longer than mine and his goofy faces will be used to get other girls to laugh.
|making you-know-what noises on his arm|
Just don't grow up too fast, buddy. Not yet.