You are no longer a boy, but a teenager on your way to middle school. Where did the time go? When I look at you I still see the baby boy that I cuddled at night. This transition has slipped up and caught me off guard. I want so much to grab hold and never let go; keep you little and dependant. Time will not allow that.
My miracle baby. My only child and now you are a young man. Your voice is cracking, hair is starting to grow on your face and the hair on your head is getting darker. Soon it will be brown like your dads. Time is going by too quickly. I am not ready for it, and yet you are in a rush to grow up.
When you look at me with those eyes of yours, I melt. They can hurt me just as quickly. I never seem to be able to do enough to make you happy. This is my fault for not being there more when you were a baby. Work kept me away so we could have a roof over our heads. I wanted to be home taking care of you 24/7 but circumstances did not allow for it. I had to make sure you had everything you needed to be strong and healthy.
You are your happiest when you are with your daddy. He lets you do more and get away with everything it seems. I am the decision maker, disiplinarian and the nay-sayer and you tend to stay angry with me. Maybe someday you will understand why. One can only hope.
Graduation day. Another year has passed and you are growing up. I hope this next year is everything you could ever hope for. I love you son.
