Lame Brain

I had a thought last night as we all headed to Isaac’s basketball game. Is this nearly 7 year old moving past holding my hand? We parked the car and he took off running for the building and it occurred to me that yesterday afternoon he called something “lame” – I laughed that he would use such a word. But I’m not finding it funny that this is the beginning of all things lame maybe. He also wanted to know what “duh” meant the other day. So the awfulizer in me could hear it… “Ah, duh mom, holding hands is so lame.” I know we aren’t there quite yet – I remember him taking my hand for the short walk up to the front of church to receive communion last Sunday. But one of these times when I’m not paying any attention, it will be the last time and I won’t think to cherish it. It’s that thing that happens when you’re not looking, a little boy decides he can wash his own hair in the shower or a little girl stops mispronouncing words in her charming way.

I was reading a friends blog today and she mentioned wishing she could slow the clock down as she reminisced about the changes she sees in her children. I wish for a better memory – a clear and vivid bank of moments both ordinary and remarkable that I could access on demand. Until that wish comes true I just have these moments on the way to basketball…. wait, hold it right there, I want to burn you into my brain right now so I don’t forget that once you had to ask me what “duh” meant and held my hand.