Marching toward adulthood

The kids are turning 7 and 11 in the next two weeks. Everyone tells you to hold on to every second of their childhood because one day you will wake up and they will be gone. When it's said you smile and say they are right, but you never truly understand what that means until its too late. It's happening too fast and I can't hold tight enough. 

Alex is a curly haired mess of overreactions and quick comebacks. He routinely bellows, yells, screams, and hollers his every emotion. The master of comic relief, his only goal in life is to laugh and cuddle. He meets me at the door every night with a hug and urgent demand for my singular attention. 

Adam is stoic and remorseful. He's quick to react and even quicker to get his feelings hurt. He demands perfection from himself but doesn't have the patience to learn how to achieve it. Easily frustrated that he can't just pick a new skill up and be its master; he is so eager for others to see his latest accomplishment. Baseball, show choir (see him as Charlie in Willy Wonka next month), church...Mandy and I encourage him to be involved in everything and he thrives on it. Alex on the other hand gets frustrated if his tablet is too slow to start and would love nothing more than to never leave the house again.