How can that be?
That tiny baby is now a man. An adult.
Once upon a time he needed me, for everything. Once upon a time I was the centre of his world. Once upon a time his eyes would light up when I walked into the room, his chubby little arms would stretch out and he would cling to me.
I am so excited for him, for the brilliant new adventures that wait just around the corner, and yet, I am heart broken that my little boy is not mine anymore.
He is his own person, independant and stubborn. He doesn't have to ask my permission anymore. He answers to himself. When he hugs me now he towers over me, he has to lean down. He is strong and he pats my back, like I used to do for him.
He was 11 and in Grade 5. We were walking out of school along to the car and he grabbed hold of my hand and walked along. I held my breath. It was such a rare treat and I knew it was an unconscious move.
We walked to the car talking about his day and suddenly he stood still looking at our hands. I laughed a little and said " You forgot that others are around didn't you?" He nodded and ever so slowly he let go.
My baby has grown up.
I wonder how long it will be before he holds my hand again.