Jack is super interested in what he can do when he gets bigger. It all started because he can see his future elementary school from an upstairs window in our house.
“Mom, I wanna go to that school,” he tells me.
“When you get a little bigger, buddy,” I reply, at least once a day.
It’s sweet how much he wants to go to school, or do anything the big kids do.
We’ve been enjoying an early spring here in South Dakota — which has been warm and not that windy, two things that are unusual and very welcome. It’s meant a ton of outside time. Sometimes we just play in the driveway, dragging out all our little toys and making a huge mess.
Philip tends to shoot baskets while the kids are playing (or else plays fantasy baseball on his ipod, but that’s another post altogether). Jack always wants him to slam dunk, and at 6’3″, that’s not too hard for Philip, so he obliges.
This weekend, Philip was working, and Jack asked me to slam dunk the ball.
“I can’t, bud, I’m too short. Daddy will when he gets home.”
“I’m gonna do it, mom,” Jack said.
“Well, you’re too small, but you can try,” I said.
He sat there on the driveway and thought for a bit.
“When I get bigger?”
“Yes, when you get a little bigger, buddy.”
He kept thinking.
“I’m bigger now,” he announced, and stood up to try to slam dunk the ball. A heave ho, and the basketball made a tiny arc, and skidded across the driveway.
Jack looked thoughtfully at the ball.
“I didn’t get bigger yet, mom.”
That’s right, buddy. But man, it seems like it does happen that quickly — this growing up thing. It feels like time moves as quickly as Jack thought it did, in those moments sitting in the driveway.
I wanted to cry when he realized he wasn’t big enough. When I realized he was getting so big, so fast. I just wanted to hold on to an early spring day, with Genevieve toddling around in her first pair of real shoes. With the dog trotting around, looking for shady spots to nap in.
With everything just right.