my son has been acting more like a boy, less like a toddler lately. i’m getting awfully sentimental about it. same thing happened when i realized he was a toddler and not an infant anymore. ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
i was helping him put on his jacket after supper so that he could join the kids outside, and it hit me again – his shag-curly hair hanging in his bright blue eyes, taller than when i kneeled last in front of him (what, three hours before?) – my baby is growing into a boy, one day to be a man. my heart broke a little as i cupped his face in my hands and said, “Liam, where did my little baby boy go?”
he locked eyes with me, grinned from ear to ear and replied, “i’m right here, Mom.”
the future flashed before me: the same question, the same response as he goes off to his first day on the job. wearing his cap and gown on a spring morning. heading back to college after Christmas break. on his wedding day. holding his first child.