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Colton had his first guitar recital last weekend.
I awoke the morning of the recital to him slamming the refrigerator door at around 5:15 a.m. He had played his song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over and over in the weeks leading up to his big day and this morning was no exception. Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping…he finally came bouncing into our room at six o’clock.
“Do you know what today is?” he asked us with a big smile. Guesses of Christmas, Easter, April Fools day were met with fits of giggles and giant squeals of, “NO!” We all got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush our teeth. He talked non-stop the entire time, even while brushing. He talked over breakfast, over the tv, over snack, while zooming around on his scooter, while I was on the phone, over lunch…
As we got closer to our 3:30 departure time he was in full blown crazy mode. His hands were being rubbed together at fire starting speed and his sentences were no longer making sense as he was talking so fast his words were being jumbled. I watched as my older boys sat around giggling at him and making fun of his “spazziness” and was taken back to no so long ago when my now 19 and 17 year old almost men were this little and being spazzes of nervousness themselves.
I headed to my bedroom to shower and get ready for the big event. I could hear Colt’s jabbering as I entered the shower and the second I opened the door to get out, there it was, still going and going. “I am so nervous. Hey want to hear a funny joke? Did you know that the tallest animal on earth is a giraffe?” Then the pinging of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. “MAMAAAAAAA. Where are you?”
“I’m in my bathroom Colt,” I shouted back.
He rounded the corner into my bathroom making some bizarre animal noise then stopped in his tracks. I was fully dressed for the event, had put on my makeup and was finishing the final touches of my blow dry. He stared at me for several seconds, silent for the first time all day. Then his face lit up into the sweetest most beautiful smile.
“Mama, you’re doing all this for me?”
My eyes were filled with tears the second the last syllable left his mouth. I couldn’t speak, I just walked over and put him in a giant bear hug trying to stop the tears so they wouldn’t ruin my mascara. As I stood clinging to my sweet little baby boy, I heard Keenan, my now college student who just a few short years ago allowed me to hold him in these long embraces allowing the weight of all the world to melt away, yelled from the living room.
“MERM, CAN I HAVE GAS MONEY SO I CAN DRIVE MYSELF TO COLT’S RECITAL?”
I hugged my little one even tighter. Someday, in the not so distant future this tiny little pile of fabulousness was going to be living far away from me at college and asking for gas money when he was home for the summer. But for right now, in this moment, he was still my sweet baby boy.
They grow up fast. I know it’s hard to think about now, but very soon your little ones will be in college. I have been saying it a lot around here lately, a wing and a prayer doesn’t work when it comes to paying for college. We learned that the hard way the first time around. Colt’s Scholarshare 529 has already been set up. Have you started yours? Don’t wait, some day soon you will be hearing those special words, “Mom, can I have gas money?”
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