I know, I know
This is something I should have known
But
I didn’t realize it til this week
My baby boy
The first born
The blessed only son
Is no longer my baby boy
He is a man
I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks one way
When reality says something totally different
Am I?
I mean
To me, I will be forever 27
Doesn’t matter that I am now twice that age
When I think of myself
Which really isn’t all that often
I think of myself as 27
Not a teenager
But not old
So it stands to reason that in my mind
My son will always be my baby boy
The baby who was never any trouble
Who excelled at sitting up by the age of 5 months
Who was walking by 9 months
Who didn’t cut his first tooth until he was 10 months
Who lit up our lives just with a smile
Always a thinker
I used to walk into his room and find him laying on his bed
What are doing, Son
I would ask
Thinking
he replied
Always thinking
About how things worked
Why they didn’t
What can I invent
And will I be famous
He was married by age 19
A father by age 21
Teaching his daughters the way they should go
Loving them
Encouraging them
Supporting them
So why did it take me so long to see that my baby boy was now a man?
I don’t know
Mother’s love?
Mother’s blindness?
Hoping beyond hope that nothing had changed even tho every thing has?
But I saw my son
My baby boy
In a new light this week
The boy has become a man
A man in whom I am well pleased
A good man
A good husband and father
No longer a child
And that
Is
Ok


