When you are a mother, you are periodically hit in the face with the reality that your child is growing up. (Yeah, yeah, fathers too, but it's not the same.) I got one such smack in the face this morning. My son chose not to participate in the Spirit Day at his school today. About 5 or 6 times a year, Ricky's school has a themed dress-up day to show their school spirit. It's not mandatory that they dress up, but he always has. In fact, he just did "Clash Day" a few weeks ago (where they wear all kinds of outlandish clothes that don't match). Today, however, was "Pajama Day" and he said it felt "weird" to have his pajamas on while getting ready for school. I made a big deal out of "my baby...growing up...." and he rolled his eyes and started to make excuses, but it told him it was okay, it's just a mom thing. And I do understand. It's apparently not cool to wear pajamas to school after a certain age. (Until you get to an older "certain age", and then it's fun again--all the teachers and staff at the school always dress up!)
Okay, now if he sees this he's probably going to get mad at me, but I can't resist. THIS is my baby. THIS is how I choose to think of him, at least from time to time!