Busy Days...

Argh! It's been busy around my house this week.

Friday, MiniWarrior turned 10

*sniffle*

Where oh where has my baby gone?!

Gone are the days when he smiled and napped half the day away.

They are replaced with sassing, eye rolls and the pre-teen record player bleating of "Mommmmmmmmmm, can I have...."

*sigh*

Just when I think he's grown up past the little boy who owns my soul he comes running to me, clutching his beloved stuffed cat, Butterscotch.

"Mommmm, Butterscotch is hurt! She has a tear in her skin!"

His lower lip trembles and he thrusts her out to me with pleading eyes.

"Can you fix her?"

He sits anxiously watching me while I sew Butterscotch back up.

"It's Ok, Butterscotch, Mom will make you all better." He croons, stroking the matted fur on her leg.

"Poor poor Butterscotch, do the stitches hurt you?"

"Aww, don't cry Butterscotch, it's almost over..." He pats her tummy intently watching each stab of the sewing needle.

I patch a couple of places worn from little boy hands rubbing her fur seeking comfort.

MiniWarrior holds her tight and carrys her upstairs to his room after the surgery.

"There there, Butterscotch. You're all better now..." he murmers softly.

I watch him leave with Mom tears looming.

I am keenly aware that these moments are fast becoming rare and soon will disappear all together.