My baby is 8 years old.
EIGHT!!!!!
Where has the time gone? Seriously? It doesn't seem that 8 years have passed yet. I don't feel that much older. Non-the-less, my little boy is growing up, and fast!
And, as if it's not bad enough that he is getting older, he's out growing me. We measured him just a few days after his birthday, only to find out that he is now 4'7". In the second grade. Age eight. That's only slightly more than a foot shorter than me.
HE'S NOT EVEN A TEENAGER YET!!!
Oy! What am I going to do with this kid? Before long, I am going to need a step stool to see eye-to-eye with Kristopher. Ha ha!!!
Even so, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Kristopher is an amazing kid. Sure, he drives me nuts at times, and I wonder what we were thinking having a kid. But, I have to admit, there have been many more good times than bad. (I know...teen years are yet to come, so there will be more trials.)
I love watching Kristopher grow and discover new things.
I love watching him as he matures, and develops even more of his personality.
I love watching him learn lessons, and actually WANT to help others.
And...I love learning from Kristopher.
He teaches me more than I ever thought I could learn from a child. Lessons about learning styles, friendship, caring, empathy, selflessness, and so much more.
Seems that getting older doesn't stop the learning process.
Thank God!
