The oldest walked into the room this morning combing his hair after a shower and with my first glance at him I swear he looked so much older than I think I’ve been able to really wrap my mind around. Yes, the child looks a lot like me as the family has mentioned frequently in these days. He’s always been the child who looked most like me, but more than that? He looks so much less like a little kid.
I had that brief glimpse when my frame of reference slipped forward at hyper speed and it dawns on me that he’s not a little kid anymore. I mean, he is still just a kid, but damn, when did he get so old? And more importantly, when did I?
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