I've got a short, albeit acute list of things that make me cry on the spot.
I've mentioned them here before. Things like parades and marching bands.
Now I've got another bit of kryptonite to add to the list: school gyms, loud music, standing ovations, and my son running with his classmates.
Yesterday, I went to cheer Guy on during his school's big "Dragon Dash" fundraiser. I walked into the gym and saw My Baby Boy having the time of his little life...running, and laughing, and sweating, and smiling, among the crowd of cheering parents and blaring music.
And the whole world was moving just a little too quickly for me.
I could feel the hot lava of tears starting to bubble up inside of me. (Ok, fine, I was practically bawling! But I did my best to rein it in!) I yelled out Guy's name. He turned to look at me as he sped by...and I took this picture.
Even the camera showed him moving at the speed of light. Then I just laughed at myself and thought, yup, this is really happening.
He's growing up.
I suppose I'd better start moving at the speed of light too, so I can keep up with him!
As a side note: I'm never going to survive Parenthood.
(At least not without a really good waterproof mascara!!)