I know the neglect at this blog is epic, and I really do hope to find my way back to it in a regular way, but in the meantime....
Halloween fell on a Thursday this year so I was charmed as the "Throwback Thursday" posts began to appear in my Twitter feed of people and their children in Halloweens gone by. One of my favorite pictures of The Boy is of him in a duck costume at 8 weeks old that I posted on my erstwhile blog way back when.
I remember the picture, but also everything that went into it: the harrowing trip to Old Navy with the baby for the costume; trying to nurse on a bench on the corner of the store, and then getting self-conscious and trying to nurse in the parking lot in the teeny tiny Honda Civic; all the photo shoots that were scrubbed because The Boy was fussy or I couldn't find the camera or because I was feeling overwhelmed and unfestive.
Halloween was much easier this year. The Boy decided to dress as Harry Potter sometime this summer. Our only argument was whether or not he would wear the Gryffindor tie ("Mom, I don't work in an office; I don't need a tie."). He relented for a couple of pictures.
As I compared the two pictures I thought about how much had changed in eight years, and then I thought about what the picture might look like in another 8 years. He is hardly my little boy now, but at age 16, I'm sure he'll actively chafe at being referred to that way. What will he be like? What will I be like?
I feel that it's taken me a long time to get my parenting legs, and even now I spend a lot of time worrying that I'm doing it wrong. Still the years feel very short. And getting shorter all the time.