They get this teen-ish look going sometimes.
The lean and lanky legs that keep growing until the pants become capris and the capris become shorts.
And the waist size hasn’t changed since kindergarten. Sigh. This is true.
And while this one has always had the smile that shines from the corner of her eyes, this one who looked particularly mischief-prone when her hair was curly and matted and curried once a week whether I liked it or not, this one who I was told was “going to be a real handful,” it’s the other one whose smile too often eludes the camera.
I don’t want to say it I don’t want to say it I don’t want to say it I can’t help it when did he get so big
And then they’re the summertime goofballs again:
Ski socks. One up, one down. Why do you wear ski socks in September on the first day of school?
It’s a cool morning. And they are blue. And they match. Because recently, things have to match.
I’m catching a theme.
Someone is wearing the liner of her winter jacket. But it’s not that cold.
And in this instance nothing matches. It’s important not to match too often. Because that could mean someone is a girlie girl. And someone most definitely wants everyone in Grade 3 to know she is absolutely not a girlie girl.
…
They hold my hand as we walk into school. They kiss me good-bye. In front of everyone.
And they run to see me when I pick them up at the end of the day.
Not yet the teen-ish thing.
I sigh.
All is well.
The Country Mice 
Beautiful pictures. All of them.
Maybe it never ends. Becomes slightly less public for a few years. And then it is back. Such was my own experience. Here’s hoping.
Mary
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This is true — your H is still in the parental comfort zone.
I’m always aware of the passage of time and that my responsibility is not to keep them close but to make them into kind, caring and responsible adults.
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