The other night I was rocking my son, who will be 4 at the end of May. I love when he lets me rock him, or those times when I see him fall asleep as I’m rubbing his back.
I remarked at how big he was getting, gave him an extra hug, and told him he’d always be my little boy, even when he was all grown up.
He got a very serious & rather sad look on his face. Naturally, I asked him what was wrong.
Him: “I still want to play with toys.”
Me: “Well of course you can!”
Him: “Even when I’m a grown-up? Can I still play with toys?”
Me: “You can if you want to.” (thinking to myself that his “toys” will have more horsepower then, LOL.)
He went on to ask if we can keep this toy and that toy when he is a grownup. LOL
I look at these little ones and I can’t believe they will be men one day. This was part of my “fear” of having boys. I don’t quite feel the same way about my daughter growing up because (hopefully) she will still “need” me when she is an adult, but my boys will have another woman to take my place. 🙁 Boo-hoo, sniff! I am going to be a great mother-in-law though. I’m practicing biting my tongue, ha ha.
The years are going by way too quickly. I relish in every new thing my children do, and every milestone, but at the same time I occasionally panic and want to grab onto them and keep them little, just a bit longer!!
Maria wants to live in a world where cloth diapers are the norm and moms can make parenting choices without judgement. When she’s not chasing her 18, 14 and 11-year old kids around, you might find her checking out the latest gadgets, organizing something (again) or exercising in the fresh air. 
i still snuggle with my mom and i am 43. are girls that different from boys?
My son is only 10 1/2 weeks only. But I am afraid of me being “replaced” one day. I am scared of it…
We are still have this cuddle time before bed with my 12 years old (and he is very independent during the day). And he asks me to play with him, only now it’s Zombies on XBox not the Legos or trains.
With 3 boys I know the feeling. Noah’s crib was “given” to a needy baby today. Watching him lay on the rug crying over his missing crib was heart breaking. Knowing that one day it wont be mommy’s kiss that makes it all better is hard to swallow. Logan swears he will live with me forever, so there is still hope.
Aww…Noah seems too little for that. ;-(