My boy was seven years old when tears welled up in my eyes. Daddy said: "Go buy the boy some work boots, I'm taking him to work with me."
So one day later my son was lacing up his brand new work boots and heading off in a semi-truck with Daddy. They were hauling an over-sized load hundreds of miles. I was so excited for my little boy to experience the road with his father! I sent along some homeschool books, a journal, a Leapster and his well worn stuffed doggy.
And as he headed out the door, I grabbed my camera to capture the moment ... and suddenly the flood gates opened, and I was in tears.
Ready or not this little guy was growing up!
And as he pulled out of the driveway grinning ear to ear, I forced a smile to hide the tears.
Now -- 4 years later -- he's still riding with daddy and helping him strap on loads. One day, I'll probably watch as he no longer is the passenger but the driver.
How bittersweet it is to see our little ones growing up right before our eyes.
Sometimes we can grow weary as moms. The noise and chaos that children bring can make us frazzled. The toys spread through out the house and the dirty clothes pile -- it all seems unending ... but there is an end. One day the children will grow up, and they will leave. This season of life does not last forever.
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