In the last two weeks, Nathan and Caleb both celebrated birthdays (their 14th and 12th, respectively) so this mom has been reminiscing and getting a little sentimental.
Also gone are the days of making them special little birthday cakes—Pooh, Spot, trains, dinosaurs, etc.
They prefer more mature-looking birthday cakes now, or to even forgo cake in lieu of some highbrow, grown-up dessert like this Chocolate-Raspberry Torte.
While I do miss them being little, I’ll confess it’s pretty handy having a couple of strapping young men in the house to lift heavy boxes, carry a 6-gallon bucket of wheat up from the basement, or heft a 50 lb. bag of feed from the van to the chicken coop . . . especially when I’m sporting a third-trimester belly.
And it’s rewarding to witness their intellectual and spiritual growth as well as various interests and skills they’re developing, but . . .
it’s still bittersweet.
I’m glad we still have little ones who ARE little. That tempers the transition of my other “little boys” growing into little men.