Aidan had his sixth year well check up today. (Yes, I know. He turned six approximately two or so months ago, but I tend to procrastinate these things, okay?)
It was the first doctor's visit that was directed completely at him. The nurses spoke to him, not me. The doctor asked him all the questions she used to ask me. It was like this new, completely self composed little person had sprung up next to me and replaced my little boy.
Aidan answered each question with ease. He politely asked for a gown instead of opting to hang in his undies as he did in years past. He was honest and thoughtful as he spoke to the doctor.
I was so proud. So incredibly, unbelievably proud. And of course, I had to blink back tears because honestly, I felt like my heart was going to burst with my love for this little boy.
I have moments with my children where I see flashes of the men they will become. This afternoon, I saw it in Aidan. I love the person he is, and is growing up to be, but it still broke my heart a little.
P.S. He is so tall! He ranks in the 95% for height, 90% for weight. The doctor told us he is about the size of a 7 1/2 year old. (He takes after his father or his uncles. Definitely not me and my astounding 5 feet 4 1/2 inches.)
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