My oldest is getting older. Talking to him can be difficult. He has his mind made up about what he can and can’t do. He is definitely determined about what he would like to be doing. He is getting taller. He has some choices of his own to make. He can articulate exactly what he wants. He can do what he sets out to do.
I want him to be his own person. I know I have to guide him to make the right choices. Being happy is what I want most for him. He smiled today, because I got his breakfast for him. He got home from school and was happy to see me.
It is hard for me to believe that he is older. I remember when he was born. He means so much to me. I want to let him know, even though he is my baby, he will always be my baby even though he is growing up. Most Mom’s feel that way. I make sure I express it to him early and often in small ways and big ways.