The memories have a way of sneaking into the middle of breakfast prep and requisite homework questions. They just show up and look like an pajama clad six year old with an enormous partially toothless
The moments flood later in the afternoon when one tooth down, butterbain learns how to ride his bike without training wheels. Not just stay up, but how to get going all by his big little self. I help and hover and watch him grow right in front of me as he pedals away. When he says, "Wow, Mom this is really challenging!" and "Will you help me after three tries?" He's shedding the old and unecessary but gaining ground as he rides out of the shadow I cast.
I confess I took these a lot memorable days for granted with my older boys. I'll be staring another teenager in the face on Saturday, so I feel my mama synapses connecting with clarity and awareness that these are the moments to record.
So I wake up and pay attention on this Thursday that doesn't seem so average after all.
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