tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094667961606498415.post6227036829875815289..comments2011-05-03T16:44:09.110-07:00Comments on The Elmo Wallpaper: Surprising myselfMamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15136207036496547202noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094667961606498415.post-47180066004075815992011-04-22T13:00:03.275-07:002011-04-22T13:00:03.275-07:00My son is about to turn nine, too and I am more ke...My son is about to turn nine, too and I am more keenly aware of time passing, him growing up, the loss/gain thing...I wonder if it's something about this age in particular...Christine Shttp://quasiagitato.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094667961606498415.post-54789501416488143732011-04-20T11:12:58.343-07:002011-04-20T11:12:58.343-07:00I can so relate--it must be in the air. Had a simi...I can so relate--it must be in the air. Had a similar reaction to the age of my oldest last week. She went away with a friend of hers, and the friend's family, for two nights (three days!). I still can't believe she's old enough to do that. And the tears? Yup. Me too. But just a little. :)Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15462569218964784357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094667961606498415.post-37564709768544688252011-04-14T13:57:54.280-07:002011-04-14T13:57:54.280-07:00Hi there ... I share your sense of being awestruck...Hi there ... I share your sense of being awestruck, somewhere between sad and amazed (or both) at our enormous first children. Also, Grace is going to sleep-away camp this summer ... xoxoLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12909653448867538655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094667961606498415.post-15267420905915437062011-04-14T07:45:14.323-07:002011-04-14T07:45:14.323-07:00Good for you! My oldest boy is 9. I share your e...Good for you! My oldest boy is 9. I share your exact same emotions about watching him grow up. It is so poignant, it almost hurts. And the world is so very big and scary, for me, how can I possibly send him out into it? I can only have faith I have equipped him with as much love as he might need. He struggles with confidence issues and some social anxiety at school. We are helping him through this as best we can, but I didn't expect it. I still tuck him into bed every night and ask him "what was the best part of your day"? Raising boys - the challenges and the joys - I enjoy reading these both in your posts.diane.boguszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06467794245237013142noreply@blogger.com