I opened the bathroom cabinet to put something away and spotted a grey stool. A basic plastic grey stool and the memories came rushing back.
When we first moved to this house he needed the stool in order wash his hands, brush his teeth, even reach the toilet. Now we are eye to eye. He doesn’t need a stool to reach anything.
He needed me to pour him a bowl of cereal. Now he can cook a steak and plan a meal by himself.
He needed me to put together his Lego sets. Just the other night he put together a desk almost by himself.
I wasn’t ready for it – the rush of memories from so many years ago, but it came anyway. I keep reminding myself that just because he doesn’t need the stool, doesn’t mean he doesn’t need his mommy.