Where did the time go? My son is becoming a man. I can't deny it any longer. I feel proud when I look at him. Look how far we've come. My dream of raising my little boy to be a happy, productive man is beginning to take shape. The shape of the man-child standing next to me. I'm so proud of you Kaeden Riley! But you'll always be mama's little boy!
I feel my son hug me. His arms encompass me. His shoulders wrap around mine. I no longer encompass him. I look into my son's face. His face is no longer a baby face, but covered in the beginnings of a mousetache above his lips. I hear my son speak. His voice crackles as it deepens, no longer the high-pitched squeal of a child. I see his adam's apple jigging out from his neck. I stand next to my son. I no longer look down at him, rather just a tiny turn of my head upwards to look into his eyes. His feet plunk along in size 11-12 shoes, his pants a size 33 waist, his shirt a men's medium.