Today, I found out at what age little boys stop holding their mother's hand in public. Well, my little boy.
It doesn't seem that long ago he was a baby, but now he's running around with his laptop, playing Minecraft and talking about a career as a programmer. He wants to make computer games for a living.
He is eight and a half.
He was at his holiday programme today and when I picked him up, I reached for his hand as I usually do. Up until now, he's taken it, but today he shook his head.
I always knew this day would come. In fact, I used to tell him one day he wouldn't want to hold my hand or hug me. I just didn't think it would be so soon.
While I know he still loves me, and I'll still get the hugs, but at home and not in public, it sucked. My baby didn't want to hold my hand.
As upsetting as it is, I am really proud that he is independent enough to be like that. I look forward to seeing the man he grows into, and I'll remember these early moments of him grabbing his independence.
I'll always remember that little boy who used to grab my hand wherever we went, and I'll miss him. You're growing up far too fast, my baby.
Ariadne Wayne is the pen name of an overworked, often exhausted mother of two who frequently turns to the internet for relaxation. It doesn't always work...