Nope, he's too young!

The Universe is apparently throwing signs my way that my offpsring, my wee boy, is not such a baby anymore.

Example:  On Friday my son danced his first SLOW DANCE.  Some 7th grade girl asked him to dance*, and he acquiesced.  It's a good thing that the girls dance with their hands on the boys' shoulders, otherwise I imagine her hands would have met around his tiny waist.  Anyway, I still can't believe my boy, who honestly seemed like he was in diapers just months ago, could be dancing with a girl.

Example:  Several parents last night were speculating about whether this year would be "the last" for trick or treating.  No.  No no no.  PLENTY of years left!  How else will I get my supply of candy, if I can't send a willing kid out into the streets with an empty bag?

It's such a tired cliche to say they grow up so fast.  I sure don't want to be one of those creepy mothers that can't let go of their children as they grow up.  But honestly I feel like I can hear the clock ticking!  There may come a time when he doesn't want to snuggle on the couch when we watch TV together.  There may come a time when he will pretend not to know me when I have to come into his school.  There may come a time when hugs are grudgingly given and accepted.  I can't help but hope that's far off in the future, but middle school casts its doubts upon my timeline.

I love how independent he is becoming; it makes life a lot easier when he can do more for himself.  But he's still a kid!  And I'd be quite happy to have that last a while longer.

*For reasons unknown they call this "Snowballing."  The last time I heard the term "snowballing" vis-a-vis male female relations, it was NOTHING I want middle schoolers to be involved with.  But apparently, at his school, it just meant the girls are asking the boys to dance.