My boy turns 10 years old today. That's a decade of parenting gone by!
I had thought that I would be sad to not have any babies anymore, but I like these big kids. He's wearing my shoes already, and measuring how much height he has to go before he's taller than mom. He can do a lot on his own: stay at home alone for a bit, cook his own breakfast, read the directions for something without my help, etc.
The baby and toddler years were sweet, but 10 is good too.
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