I've been reminiscing a lot lately.  I remember when he was little and how amazing everything was to him. Watching him learn everything he knows for the very first time was an incredible gift. Now he knows everything and is as tall as the top of my ear. Although sometimes I miss the old times, I find there is so much I can appreciate about his new found wisdom.

Getting older is a scary thing.  I can't even begin to explain how terrified I am of the moment my son asks me how to shave or how to ask a girl out on a date.  My only advice? Enjoy the little moments.  They may not seem like much at the time, but looking back those little moments are some of my  greatest memories.

Decorating our tree for Christmas has always been one of his favourite events.  I can't say I enjoyed decorating our tree when I was little - I don't even remember having a tree half the time. I mean I'm sure we did most years, we just didn't make it a huge deal.

Putting ornaments on a tree gets old pretty quick.  After about five or six coloured shatterproof balls, his attention was back on his toy cars. Every year he seemed to get more and more interested in decorating the tree.  I would re-arrange the ornaments after he went to bed because he would have the same ornaments beside each other. Sometimes the Santa ornaments would be hanging out together - and that could not happen, who ever heard of two Santas?? (I have a little bit of OCD).


This year I didn't have to arrange any of the ornaments. He put all 50 of those coloured shatterproof balls on the tree by himself. I thought he would be drawn to a video game or YouTube video after only a few decorations - but he stayed and he sang and he decorated the way he wanted to.

So even though growing up is scary (trust me I'm still absolutely terrified), I think I can get used to this whole independence phase - until he asks to borrow my car.