My baby turned twelve today. It’s hard to believe that twelve years ago while watching M.A.S.H. he decided to finally grace us with his presence after nine and a half hours of preecalmptic labor. So hard to believe the perfect quiet textbook baby is now one step closer to being a full teenager. One more step closer to driving and high school and everything else that proves he’s growing up fast. Another step closer to girls being more date like and less buddies. Every day I see Mommy’s little boy retreating just a little more and a young man emerging.
He turns more to Big Daddy for things then me now. And that’s fine…that comes with becoming that young man. Some things he just doesn’t want to talk to Mommy about. For so long it was just me and him against the world. It’s scary to think that soon enough he will be going out against the world on his own.
