Losing My Baby

We used to call Zuki “The Prince,” because he’d never do anything on his own. Eating, pissing, thinking – it was all too much work for him to do for himself, especially when his grandmothers were willing to help him out with all of it. I thought the best way to teach him how to cope and own up, was to give him a younger sibling to fight with – or – fight for. Thus Samu was created. Little did I know that we created an even bigger tyrant.

 

“The Dictator,” my mother calls him. And to some degree, she hit it right on the nose. He’s bossy, arrogant, cocky and smart enough to know how to pull the right strings so you can’t stay angry at him for long. Honestly, I think that he actually believes everybody on Earth serves a purpose – to serve him in some way.

 

The other day, he asked me if the Scholastic Book Fair at school accepted Library cards because he had no cash to buy anything.

 

When I explained to him that a Library card is not a credit card, he just assumed I’d give him cash or buy what he asked for.

 

Silly rabbit. As he talked his baby talk and batted his eyelashes to get me to cave in, I told him he can’t get everything he wants by begging. Sure enough, somehow, he managed to walk out of that Book Fair with a Ninjago book that cost me seven bucks. I don’t know how he did it – considering he cleaned me out, literally, my wallet was empty.

 

Then last night, he ran over to show me his loose tooth. He was very excited but I – was suddenly melancholy.

 

Already? I thought.

 

For me, when the teeth go, that’s when it all changes. And so, I took this picture as the last I’ll see of this baby-toothed smile.

Loose front bottom

And as we still struggle to get him out of diapers at night (he still wakes up wet), part of me is holding on to that part that makes him my baby and so I don’t push it. But then I realize, he’ll be six-years old in less than 24 hours – I better get over it.

 

From babies to boys – boys into gentlemen.

 

Well – that’s the plan, anyway.

 

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Author: Namzola_Goodness

A Japanese-American who grew up in the streets of New York during the racially volatile 70's, Nami blogs with guts, heart and humor. Dysfunctional parenting, cynical citizenship and...love of beer to wash it all down.

16 thoughts on “Losing My Baby”

  1. I miss those sweet little baby teeth. Then the new teeth came in and they are HUGE; too big for their little faces. Then they grow crooked and then come the braces at $164/month…I may have gotten ahead of myself a little there. Sorry.
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  2. Hey, another Cub Scout! Awesome stuff. Yeah they do grow up so darn fast. I miss the days when, Christopher was a baby. Nowadays, he’s all grown up and ready to turn seven in a couple of months.

    Hang on to those teeth. We saved every tooth of Christopher’s. They’re priceless!

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