My little Brooksie is becoming such a boy. Yes, at 4 it’s not surprising that his toddler-isms are nearly gone, but lately I’ve seen new ways he’s turning into a smart, complex thinking, coordinated little boy.
When he talks, he uses these adult-like phrases for being such a little thing. (“Actually, I think Jesus would want me to listen and eat my dinner.” “I like vanilla, mom, but my alternate choice is cookies and cream.”)
He’s started asking about situations and people he can pray for. Like when we rode down the highway and a car was broken down. Brooks wanted to pray that their car would be fixed and they would stay safe.
This week when we played baseball outside, he started hitting daddy’s overhand pitches (a first!) and looked good out there doing it. It wasn’t his usual whiff at a few balls and then go ride his bike. Instead, he had this all-boy coordination and focus that I haven’t seen from him yet.
He rattles off these math problems that I don’t think he should know the answer to yet.
He’s losing the few remaining toddler traits he had and is becoming all big kid.
If I’m being honest, I’m just a little sad about it. As my baby, I notice these last things fading away and it’s a reminder that my role as mom is constantly evolving and he continues to become this bright, fun little man.
He’s needing me less and less as he grows. And I’m conflicted – because I love his little boyisms so much, but I’m also so proud of who he’s becoming.