It's fun to watch my boy getting to be bigger, stronger and more independent. He's crawling and creeping everywhere these days, eating more independently, waving, and "talking" all the time. I wasn't truly aware of how my perception of him has changed over the past ten months until tonight. I've gone from viewing him as this delicate little being to a rough and tumble little boy.
It was after tonight's bath that I was made aware of the shift in my perception of him. As I saw him all snuggled up in his towel, memories of him as a newborn swaddled in his blanket came rushing back. How tiny he used to be... and how he loved to cuddle with his Mommy. And it was then that I realized that he's still my precious, fragile, sweet baby boy... and that he always will be. No matter how big he gets and no matter how grown up he becomes, I know that there will always be moments - like the one tonight - that remind me of that teeny, tiny, newborn Isaac... and that I've been lucky enough to be his Mommy the whole time.