M is really future focused these days. He talks a lot about what he is going to do when he grows up. Tonight, he was going on and on about when he is an adult and has his own car. He said he will drive us around. One of us will be in the front seat, the other will be in the back in a booster seat that he says we will get from Ingles, the local grocery store.
His development is exploding these days. New words and ideas are coming so fast it is hard to keep up. I see my boy in the faces of ten-year olds we come across at the park. I can feel the time being sucked away. All of this future talk is a little emotional for me, another part of the letting go that begins the moment they emerge from the womb. And that, to me, is the hardest part of parenting.
When he was telling us where we will sit in his car, S asked him what he will call me when he is older,
“Will you call her mom or mama?”
“I will always call her mama.”
Sweet comments like that make the hard parts of parenting a little easier. I guess that is something else to put in my pocket for those really challenging days.