Saturday, September 27, 2008


The other day while walking home from Pre-school Spud turned to me and said "Mommy, from now on you can call me sir.  Because I am a man now."

I looked at my four year old in his little boy crewcut, his velcro sneakers, a sparkle in his eye and a song on his lips and I laughed before I could help it.

Then I blinked and there before me stood a 14 year old who needed a haircut, holes in his shoes, acne on his chin and a song in his I-pod.  I sighed.

I blinked again and there stood a 24 year old with a new haircut, shiny shoes, a rose in his lapel and a song in his heart as he watched his bride approach her knight.  I think I may have cried.

"Honey, I will never call you Sir, but when you are a man, I pray she will."


Janet said...

Sigh. It goes just that fast, doesn't it?

Heather of the EO said...

Oh how I hate the fastness. This is such a great post. I love it.

Knittinchick said...

How come he's getting married at 24? Child groom is all I can say!

Tez said...

I'm making a new policy to NOT visit your blog unless I have a box of snot rags handy. said...

Little boys are so funny. I call Sean Sir when he is in trouble (No Sir! You will not get my tape without asking!) It's the southern equivalent of ma'am.