The Miss Elaine-ous Life

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Big Foot

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I like to pop a squat in the corner spot on the right end of our L-shaped sofa because the arm is super cushy and it’s next to the end table where I can put my drink of choice. Sometimes the kids will come snuggle up to me while I am sitting there watching t.v. or typing.

This Sunday it happened to be Benja.  “The Cowoby game” (as we call it around these here parts) had once again disappointed him and his father so he resorted to a new favorite pastime… Lately he has taken to typing his thoughts in the notes section of my iPad and he came over to do so right next to me.  He draped his legs over me and his big, white-socked foot sat atop my knee.

I couldn’t help but look at it with awe.  There it was, his big foot.  The same foot that used to be so very tiny with the most wee little toes EVER.  The same foot they pricked for billirubin tests at just a week old while Tim took him in the room and I sat in the waiting room because I just could not bear to hear his cries.

I sat there and stared at it while he hunted and pecked away, writing out his own words about his day so far and the play we went to see the day before.

I thought about how the foot grew over years and years and I almost didn’t notice and I just kept buying bigger shoes because the other ones didn’t fit anymore, without really thinking about it.

But that’s what we do, us mothers, we just buy the bigger shoes and clothes and they just keep growing out of things and we think nothing of it until one day we are sitting on the couch and these long legs are cascading over us with these HUGE feet at the end and we have no idea how we got here.

Oh and “big foot” is over next to you doing his very own writing and your mind is just blown.

KAPOW!

Comments

  2. My best friend’s son just turned 15…so he’s like 6 ft tall and hairy and smelly and all that good stuff that 15 year old ‘boys’ are and sometimes I will see him and then yell at my friend “OMG you gave birth TO A MAN..THAT IS SO GROSS!” And then she hits me.

  3. yes. Like having a conversation, not a teaching moment, but giggling with your child over something you both find hysterical together without any explanation!

  5. Tracy’s comment made me snort.

    Oh feet. I love my baby’s feet. So tiny, so pure, so perfect.
    Then I realize that those feet will become big and kinda gross and I hope that he washes in between his toes.

    See how my train of thought (and logic) flows? Kinda everywhere. 🙂

  9. My mind has been blown by the same exact thing. Then, perhaps to challenge the extent to which my mind can be blown, I look at my husband’s feet and try to imagine my son’s at THAT size. It seems impossible. But it will happen one day.

    Thanks for your comment on my post over at Gfunkified.

  11. Yep. The feet really catch you off guard, don’t they? I slipped on Joey’s flip flops a few weeks ago (I had to go outside for a sec and couldn’t find my sandals) thinking my feet would be jammed into them, but THEY FIT. I almost cried.

    Joey still wants to snuggle all the time and he sits on my lap. I told him that pretty soon I’m gonna have to sit on his lap. Ouch. 🙂

    Very sweet post. Love it.

  13. This is great! I found you through Just Write.
    My son is thirteen and wears size 12 shoes and I wonder where this man child came from.

  15. this makes me sad. my little boy is three and when i think back on those three years it’s a blur. a lovely blur of memories and giggles and snuggles but still a blur. time is flying and i am holding on with all my might but it’s no good. time still flees. thank you for the reminder to hold onto each moment:)

  17. Great way to think about it…their big feet. It’s so crazy to me that Andrew will be big enough to jot down his thoughts about the day on the iPad, but it’ll be here before I know it. Sometimes when I look at teenage boys towering over their mothers I’m just in awe. He used to be a tiny baby too!!