How you’ve grown
Still my little boy
The year, with Max, has passed more quickly than everyone warned it would. I look back on his older pictures - mundane photos that only a child’s parent can appreciate - of him sleeping, playing, smiling, sitting, laying. I compare them to the same types of photos now and my heart breaks just a little at the little boy who is growing so quickly - no longer a baby - in similar activities. Except now that he’s mobile, they include photos of Max reaching for the camera, waving an arm, turning a head, emptying his shelf of books, ‘reading’, or peeking around a corner, soulful eyes ever concentrating on something new and curious. He’s showing love, reaching his arms back behind him to grasp my neck, or bringing his cheek against mine and holding it there, all the while admiring us together in the mirror. He smiles and points to photos that I’ve hung on the mirror, laughing, “Mama”.
