I wrote this post in January of 2010.
See the original with the amazingly heartfelt comments here.
Boo has come so far since then. Toilet trained and heading for high school.
That drawer is now gone.
A new era is descending upon us and looking back is helping me look forward.
As Kim would say… ONWARD!
We bought a new desk.
A desk for MPS. A desk for bills and the flotsam of life.
An adult desk without teeth marks and corners gnawed off the sides thanks to our boy-who-chews-everything.
A relatively cheap one, an interim desk if you will, a test desk to see if we can have at least one piece of furniture not become a chew toy for our orally fixated boy.
Boo decided he would like the old one in his room. We obliged.
After changing his room around to accommodate the desk I stood back to admire our handiwork.
Such a big boy room.
A bed, a desk, a tallboy with TV.
A bedside table topped with ipod dock, lamp, comics.
Such a big boy room befitting his age.
And then, as I stocked his bedside table with his nappies, I felt a twinge of sadness.
Such a big boy room. A room just like any boy in his class would have. A boy on the cusp of teenagerdom.
Except in those two bottom drawers.
And then I couldn’t breathe. And the enormity of his future hit me again.
I stood there, leaning over his open bedside drawer staring at those nappies through the soft focus that only ‘something in my eye’ can bring.
Good thing those fuckers are absorbent.