Batman and a Whale Made Me Cry

“You know, this is all your fault,” I announce to my husband while standing in line at the Crocs store. His arms are full of wiggly kids trying to knock down rows of colorful displays while I balance the rubber shoes that will serve as proper pool and beach footwear this summer in my arms. Rather than respond, he simply raises one eyebrow at me. It’s as if he already knows what I will say.

“You know,” I repeat for effect, “This is all your fault. You gave me defective babies. These ones keep growing.”

He rolls his eyes at me and catches my daughter’s quick hand before she swats down an orange sandal display. He’s used to her quick and destructive moves just like he’s used to my emotional musings over our babies not quite being babies anymore.

The thing about kids is that no matter how nicely we ask, even with sprinkles and gummy bears on top, they just keep growing, and emotional nutcases, raises hand slowly, like myself, are left wondering how to embrace the inevitable.

Today the onset of this emotional roller coaster was all because of Batman and a whale.


My little man has always had an eye for sea creatures. For years it’s been shirts with sharks, books about turtles, fish coloring books, whale stuffed animal, jelly fish puzzles. If there was a sea creature on it, we probably own it. When we decorated his “big boy room” it had to be sharks. Lots and lots of sharks.

shark room

When my mom went on a minishopping spree for the kids, his only request: sea creature shirts.

sea creature shirt

So given the chance to pick a few decorations for his summer Crocs, he headed over to the wall full of “jibbitz” (tiny clips added to your Crocs to personalize them). Assuming he would grab two sharks like last year, I watched as he carefully studied the rows and rows of clips and selected the two he would proudly display this summer. Batman and a whale

Batman and a whale. What a perfect metaphor for where he is right now. Not a baby but not quite a big kid. Teetering on the thing big kids like and the thing he’s loved since he was a baby. Batman and a whale.

He’s a mixture of Super Hero “shooting” webs at his sister and leaping tall  buildings in a single bound, and a tiny oceanographer that rattles off facts about orcas and has a plastic puffer fish in his pocket.

As  the youngest on his t-ball team, the times when I see that he is four and the others six  is usually when they are on the bench waiting for their turn up to bat. The older boys sing taunting songs and yell “FOUL” when a batter hits a little short. While my guy just seems thrilled to be outside in the sunshine and sitting on the bench with older boys.

It’s when I see all of his friends turning five around him and I take deep sighs of relief because we still have a few more months until he blows out five candles.

It’s when he wants to hold my face, cover me in kisses, and squeeze me with hugs because he loves me so much, but if looks could kill I would be dead when I mindlessly tried to wipe ketchup off his face in front of his t-ball team. “Mommy, stop. I’ve gotta go with my team.”

It’s the preschool graduation that is both ridiculous and heart wrenching when they dress him up in a tiny cap and gown. Deep breaths….don’t let out a sob in front of everyone…..

It’s my boy choosing Batman and a whale and me trying not to marvel at the chubby toddler hands that have morphed into little boy hands. It’s those big hands and huge feet that sort of make him look like a puppy that still has a lot of growing to do.

So today, I’m embracing and feeling ALL THE FEELINGS for Batman and a whale and for the very long road ahead of me and for these defective babies that just keep growing. So for today, I’ll let my irrational mommy emotions seep out just a bit.

Just for today. Tomorrow I’ll be good.

That is unless my daughter decides to grow up on me too. Then all bets are off.


  1. says

    My kids turn 9 and 12 this month, it makes me so sad. I can’t believe how quickly they grow and how much sadder I get each year!

  2. says

    Boys will be boys. Just feel all the feels now as they are innocent until he starts discovering GIRLS! Enjoy these moments!

  3. says

    I totally feel all of this. I love the “next” stages, but I long for the days he was an itty bitty baby (except, I could do without all of the crying and sleepless nights.)

  4. Angela S says

    You got me. I seem to be crying over everything myself these days. Our kids grow up much too fast. My big boy is grown and on his own now. I am looking forward to spending the weekend with him. I am sure to cry the whole time I am there.

  5. says

    Time just flies by, doesn’t it. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time. There are some things that bring me to tears, happy tears but also sad tears. I just want my oldest to be a baby for one more day. I miss them being baby babies.

  6. says

    I’ve got a bunch of defective kids too! lol…Just wait til one turns into a teenager. It’s the worst metamorphsis ever, I promise. Most days I wish they would just stay babies!

  7. says

    This is a great, great post. The paragraph just below the photo of the t-shirts — I may have sniffled (a lot). My kid isn’t even 2. He doesn’t even wear shoes. Hell, he doesn’t even wear socks. But when he grabs my hand so that he can scoot down the stairs, I’m already wondering when he’ll swatting my hand away and doing it all on his own.

  8. Pam says

    They do seem to grow up so fast! My oldest is getting married in a little over a week. She should still be playing with toy dinosaurs! I completely understand how you are feeling.

  9. Maria Oller says

    I love crocs on my kinds and even my teenagers wear em ofc not with their friends but at home. Those accessories are so cute am glad my baby will come soon and we can get some those.

  10. says

    My baby boy outgrew all of his clothes from last summer. We’ll be shopping soon. :) And lol at the defective growing babies. 😉 Growing is a good thing. :)

  11. says

    I completely get what you’re saying. I’m always telling my kids to stop growing up!!! They laugh at me. They’ll understand one day. :-)

  12. says

    My son just turned 11. :( And then he told me just 5 months until he can drive. I cried and told him we aren’t going to talk about that!

  13. says

    My kids do things every day that bring tears to my eyes. They were finally tall enough to ride the water ride all by themselves. Made me sad an proud all at the same time. Lol.

  14. says

    I always tell my kids I’m going to put a brick on their head so they stop growing. LOL. If you find a secret let me know

  15. says

    Argh! Mine are defective too! I keep telling them I’m going to put books on their heads to keep them from growing but they just won’t let me. Glad you were able to let the emotions (irrational or not) seep out.

  16. says

    This is such a sweet post – I can totally relate. Our boy is four, and when I look at him I am always shocked at how much of a boy he is, and yet I still see my little toddler. It’s going by much too fast ~*

  17. says

    I have defective babies too and I don’t like it. We had preschool graduation yesterday and one of my littles is turning 4. I told him it’s not allowed. Once they hit 4, it’s big boy forever. xoxo

  18. Dina says

    I loved when my kids had those in their crocs. My son had the disney characters. I miss them being small.

  19. says

    Admittedly, I sometimes have a difficult time connecting to blogs where the main subject is the blogger’s child. I can’t relate since I don’t have any children of my own yet. But, your post reeled me in immediately! I loved it! And at least I can feel some of the feelings when I notice how big my friends’ children get every single day. Really, though, your post made me laugh and feel complete sympathy, haha.

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