Declan will turn 8 next month. He just started 3rd grade, and I feel like all the sands of his childhood are quickly slipping. right. through. my. fingertips.
I know I’ve spend a lot of energy on this blog to memorialize the things we do together, to remember EVERYTHING… but the truth is – I won’t.
I do remember six was a rough year. Declan was immature, pushy, whiny – basically a little punk.
Seven has been better. He’s still been pushy… hello? Apple, tree. But something has changed in the past 12 months. Conversations are smoother. Feelings run deeper.
I know everyone says that when a baby comes into your life, there is this intense, immediate bond. That didn’t happen for me. I have always loved my son – but liking him? That took a while. He was maybe 18 months old before we REALLY connected – and the cool thing is, it’s been getting better and better all the time.
Who knows what the future will hold. But this year?
We became friends.
And not in the “I’ll buy you beer when you are old enough because I want to feel young” kind of friends. But, the “wow, I enjoy hanging out with you” friends. Seriously. Wow.
I may not remember everything. But THAT? I will remember.