Griffin is a smart little man. He is kind. He is generous. He brings so much joy to our family. All of this, and he is only six.
Sometimes I forgot how young he is. He can spell words like property and evidence. He understands the meaning of Christmas. He is thoughtful and a fantastic big brother. He can run a 5K and swim 25 yards. He remembers the names of his medicines when I forget them. I need reminding that he is only six.
Tonight, Griffin woke up crying. He had been coughing all day, and he woke up after sleeping for a few hours with a splitting headache. It was during his sobs that I remembered he is only six. As I stroked his back and brushed tears away from his face, I was reminded that he is only six.
Six doesn't last forever.
Today, I cherish that he is only six. I cherish that despite his big vocabulary and heart, he still needs his mom. Because needing me won't last forever.
He is only six.