This morning I was combing my son's hair and I realized... we're at eye level. Roughly the same height. I was not looking forward to this.

Having an older kid has been awesome. Less boring drudgery, more fun and interesting. It's been almost too nice, because now for the first time I wish time would just stop for awhile so I can enjoy him as he is for a little longer. He's 11 now so I have one, maybe 2 more years of him being innocent and sweet. Then a couple more of him needing me for anything at all. Then boom, he'll be a young adult, off to college, out of the house, and I'll probably barely see him.

And dammit, my son has been the sweetest most delightful child. Because of that (just, his personality- always nice and polite and helpful and positive and fun to be around and talk to) I'm not worried at all about him being a teenager. I look forward to it even. But I will miss his childhood just so much. I know being a teenager and young adult will fundamentally change him, and that hurts.

In the meantime I'm going to do my best to savor our time together. Play more video games and watch more movies with him. Go on more bike rides and trips to the pool. Bake more. I'm painfully aware now how limited those days are, when only a short while ago they seemed to stretch on forever. Fuck the unstoppable march of time.