‘Cause when you do…
They grow up.
Photo Credit: his sobbing mom ; )
Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young [boy]
Going out the door.Nanci Griffith (“Turn Around“)
Oh, my mother sang that song all the time. Made me cry then and now. Hugs, Margaret!
Awwwww…so bittersweet. Growing them up is our job but watching them go is so hard.
Holy crow! He sure has grown up! My eldest is now a freshman at WCC. It sure has given me a new perspective. I think I appreciate my time more with his younger siblings… especially the two year old! Peace and blessings for your momma heart.