Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Clipping Toenails

Last night, after the boyz were showered (Eldest) and bathed (Middle) (Baby did both--he showered first with Eldest and then scurried dripping wet and naked down the hall and hopped into the tub with Middle), I had some alone time with each of them as I helped towel them dry and get them into their jammies.

I made each one step on the scale, just for shits and giggles.

Eldest is a hefty 45 pounds. He's the intimidating football player, remember? Middle is a hulking beast at 3-1/2 years old and 29 pounds. And Baby brings up the rear at age 2-1/2, with a weight of 26 pounds. I swear I'm raising future horse jockeys. Kentucky Derby, here we come!

Next came "beauty treatments" (fingernail and toenail clipping). Hubby hates that I call it that because it sounds so feminine, but hello? I'm the only female in the Trenches. I gotta be allowed to use the lingo.

So while Middle and Baby were still in the tub, Eldest and I were in the hallway outside the bathroom. I had him sitting on my lap for maximum clipping maneuverage.

That's when the thought occurred to me: At what age will they get too big for me to clip their toenails? When won't they want their mother touching them? Sitting on my lap, allowing me to stroke their hair, snuggling, cuddling, carrying them...

And I got sad. Really sad. Clipping raggedy toenails!

But it's obviously so much more than that: At the thought that someday, this time, this moment will all be a distant memory.

That someday the Trenches will inhabit 3 gangly (that's pretty much a given), pimply, smelly teenage boyz. Who may or may not want their mother to even look at them, much less hug them...

Oooof.

Jeez, I wonder what deep thoughts I'll have tonight as I take a q-tip to their ears...

16 comments:

Janet said...

I know I complain about feeling touched out a lot of the time. But what you said? Yes. Sometimes I look at the kids and something about the set of their jaw or the knowing look in their eyes makes them seem all grown up. Then my breath catches in my throat and my heart gets all panicky because it's happening right under my nose. Damn.

The grooming? Both of mine started wanting to do their own nails (and doing it well, with no killer edges) at about 6.5 years of age.

Kate said...

I hear you. There's just something about being *needed*, and even though the theory is we have children in order to create independent, functioning adults, it's also hard when they start taking steps in that direction.

But the up-side is, there will also be a time when they will be expected to clean up after their own bodily fluids. Such an optimist, I am.

tulipmom said...

I wonder about this too. I will miss that after bath/shower snuggle and the "Smell my hair Mommy. Does it smell fresh and clean?"

SB clips his own finger and toenails only bec. he couldn't tolerate me doing it. After watching me struggle with this one night, my mother suggested I let him do it himself (stroke of genius!).

A Buns Life said...

I figure I will quit clipping the toenails when I am officially grossed out by their feet, or when they decide they want to do them themselves. Which ever comes first. I'm selfishly glad to hear I'm not the only one with a light-weight. The boy who is 5 1/2 is only 36 pounds...the same as his sister who is 3 1/2. Can you guess which one is the good eater? :)

Life As I Know It said...

Yup, I think about that too.

But right now I'm kind of, you know, encouraging my 6 year old to dress himself in the mornings...and use the bathroom by himself. Don't 6 year olds usually do this by now?!?

But then, I get sad when he says he doesn't want me to tuck him in at night.

hqm said...

Toe nails...who knew? I do understand what you mean...I had a moment when I realized that my oldest will soon grow out of the "little girl" size at Lands End.

Judy said...

Travis is 8.5 and I still clip his nails. I know my days are numbered. part of me leaps for joy - no more smelly feet! And part of me mourns for a time we spend together that will soon pass.

Mom of 5 said...

Sigh. Baby turned 18 months old today. She's my last and it's going too fast. I love after bath snuggles and smelling fresh clean hair. Bubba is 4 1/2 and still likes to snuggle. He is funny. He will let me help him take a bath or shower and not blink an eye. But if I see him outside of the bath or shower naked he screeches at me to give him his "PRIBACY". Silly boy. Still my little guy, but he's growing up so fast.

Maria said...

I'm not ready for that - hopefully because I have daughters they will be a bit more forgiving of me continuing to mommy them way past the required age. :)

Anonymous said...

Nice, now I'm cryin! Wait till tomorrow for the Qtips please.

MB :o)

AFRo said...

You are not allowed to think about having teenagers yet!!! The thought is entirely too overwhelming for any mom! But, especially one of all boys. I told my hubby the other night after our Valentine's discussion that I don't think I'll ever be able to like ANY girl that tries to take my place. Those little hussies better just stay far far away.

workout mommy said...

(groan) I always think the same thing too! I don't want my boys to grow up and move out!! This motherhood thing can be very cruel sometimes!

Amanda said...

I see images of a ravishing mom of adults, on the beach, eyes twinkling, as her "boys" hold her over the sand. Oh mama, they are always going to be your boys.

melissious said...

Oh no!! *sniffle*! Where's the pause button?? It's all happening so quickly! Thanks for making me WANT to clip their nasty toenails!! :)

lae said...

my 8 year old ask me not to call him "bug" in front of his friends. So sad. although he still will kiss me goodbye in front of them! I just can't even imagine teenagers.

lae

Caffeine Court said...

That really got to me. I was holding my 4 year old after her bath tonight and thinking the same thing. I'm trying to enjoy every minute while they're still young!

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