I see my son everyday. I only notice him growing when he busts out of his clothes. For others who see him on occasion, they gasp when they see him. "Oh my goodness, look at how much he has grown."
My gasps come from the little things, the small changes in his behavior. Lately, there have been quite a few:
My son always cries when I wash his hair. No matter what strategy I use, he is terrified and cries hysterically. This past weekend, the crying fit did not happen. It was like someone else was in that tub. My son even committed on it. "See Mommy, I didn't cry."
My son demands to be carried by me whenever possible. One Friday evening, we were out with friends and his overtired body crashed. I carried his 35-pound body for 15 minutes to the car. When we got home, I wrestled to fall asleep with my sore back. The next day, I spoke to my son about how he needs to walk and not ask that of me. After a few days of him asking to be held followed by my refusal, his requests just stopped.
He is three so his vocabulary is exploding. New phrases are coming out of his mouth at alarming rates. This week, I apologized for something and he quickly told me that I did not need to apologize since we all make mistakes. What?
I may not see the subtle changes in his appearance like everyone else, but I get to see the emotional hurdles that he is jumping to become a big boy. It really does go by so fast.