My baby turns 9

So in a few hours (till midnight) my tiny hot pink, bundle of joy, bundle confusion and my own terror toughts turns 9. I really remember it like it just happend. I know people say "It seems like yesterday" but really it does seem like yesterday. It dawned on me that he is a "Tween". What?!!! My tiny hot pink bundle of mass confusion is now a "Tween"!!?? NO. He still likes his stuffed animals, he still gets his feelings hurt, he still loves his mommy and his daddy is his hero. Is this possible of a "Tween"? This is my first. This is my baby, my hot pink, bundle of emotions. I remember being in my room at the hospital after having Evan and just standing in the mirror thinking " I am a MOM now, my God what am i soposed to do with him? He is the greatest thing ever, a tiny human, that cries and NEEDS ME and i HAVE to answer to him." The nurse then walks in to see this all go down in the mirror of my freezing cold room and all she says is " You may have the baby blues. Are you ok? This is common we can persrcibe meds for this. It is a form of depression." ok? ok? I am totally confused and lost and sooooooo happy all at the same time. Baby blues???? Am i ok? I am. I am. And i still am. He is still as handsome and oh so cute as the day he was born. He is the BEST kid a parent could ask for. No trouble from him here. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful, tiny hot pink bundle of joy.