Slipping into his room of shadows and still, I silently pull
back the covers and ease onto the side of his bed.
place of In Between, burrowing to remain a while longer. Smoothing the bony peaks of his blades
and tracing his knobby spine valley, I remember when my hand covered his entire
back. With each day, my hand grows
smaller and I hate there’s no stopping this growth.
His shape is more boy than man. Knowing this will be the case only a short while longer
curls my lips into reluctant acceptance.
I draw a diagonal tic-tac-toe, connecting brown dots he’ll
never see, but I’m certain he’d like the thought of using a magic marker to
connect all his brown dots. That
thought is welcome and brings a smile.
Stretching toward the day, he smacks drool-dried lips and
whispers, “That feels sooo good.”
He sweeps sand from his lashes and rolls to his side, squinting through
slumbered eyes. He blinks and
focuses as cobwebs clear.
“Good morning” he declares and I agree.
This is good.
You make me wanna cry!! My boy is only four and it feels so bittersweet to watch the last of my babies grow out of babyhood and into big-kid-dom. And on the other end, my oldest passing out of big-kid-dom into young-lady-dom. At ten, she’s growing up SO MUCH!
i still get hugs from my 19 year old son and they warm my heart.
Beautiful. It is good to watch them grow and to embrace loving them as they change. Love this post!
This makes me want to cry as I was just thinking this last night about my son. He is 5 and suddenly all remnants of toddler are gone. No more baby fat no more little feet and he is starting to talk about how girls are gross. Sigh a new time begins.