Wednesday, September 17, 2008


The Boys
Originally uploaded by steakbellie.
I realized this morning that it's been years since one of my sons stood below me and raised his arms to be picked up. A good portion of young parenthood is spent carrying those little monkeys around. They are too tired or asleep or dont like the feeling of sand on their feet.

It's exhausting but it's feels so good to have their arms around your neck.

They are too big or too proud now to need me like that. I dont think I could even pick up the older two in anything other than a Firemans Carry anymore. Sometimes I get to carry the baby to bed when he falls asleep in my room though. It's nice because I can smell his sweaty hair.

I remmber thinking about this years ago when the oldest was breaking 100lbs. I started lifting weights so I wouldnt have to tell him I couldnt carry him.

There must have been a last time though. I'm sad because I cant remember it. If I knew it would be the last time, I probably wouldnt have put them down though....

I miss that.


deanamo said...

We think a lot alike, SB. I spend many moments trying to remember the last time I picked up my older one. It's been about 2 years. The good thing is that I take notice every time I put the younger one down. I want to remember my absolute last time I carried my offspring. sigh.

Leonesse said...

My son had to help me stand through a dizzy spell not long ago. Leaning against my son for assistance was an eye opening experience. Truly an eye opening experience.