When I Grow Up....I want be 5 Again

2013

I rocked Noah to sleep one night, placed his beloved stuffed animal Monkey by his side and turned off the lights in his room.  When I woke up the next morning, he was 5 years old and dressed in a Batman costume...

Honestly, that feels like the most accurate transgression of time.  And I've found myself describing said speed of time in the only way I can, in a way Noah can understand how he is suddenly independent, articulate and Kindergarten-ready.

Birthdays are all milestones, but certainly some are more engraving than others.  And this July, the little boy that wigggled and kicked inside my belly at the sound of Daddy's voice, reached a milestone he and I are unexpectedly proud of.  And I've spent these days trying to figure out why I feel so giddy, excited and emotional.  And I realize that it must be because I somehow feel unworthy of the last five years of my life.  Because I could not form into words, what my heart has experienced with this little soul that walks like his Father, talks like his mother, charms like his grandfather, hurts like his Tia, and loves like his Tio.

And time stops for no one.  We all know that.

And I love who two high school sweethearts have created together, from day one.  Because as we pick out school supplies and what superhero backpack he will choose for the first day of school, I think of what awaits for him, starting now.  How he will embrace Kindergarten and how he will conquer the rest of his school days, life.

I tell Noah how on days I held him in my arms, how I dreamed of all the funny and bizarre conversations we would have at the age he is now.  And how proud I am of all the things he values at this moment: Batman his hero, wrestling with Daddy, ice cream with Nana & Tata, dancing with baby brother and walks around the neighborhood with his favorite people.

Because suddenly, being 5 is the coolest thing on the planet.