He has grown up. Now, it is very difficult to carry a boy that is half my height and one-third my weight. I am so happy that he is healthy and so smart. I am so happy that he is so independent. He poured water to drink without spilled it, he performed shalat perfectly, he ate lunch by his own hand without help. Everything. He grows up too fast.
I am so scared. I'm sooo afraid that I'll no longer be able to kiss him. I'm so afraid that I miss something from his childhood. I believe I don't, of course. That's just unreasonable feeling.
I really love this particular kid. He always makes me smile no matter what.