Don't Blink
Something happened today. I noticed that my son is growing up. Not that I hadn't noticed it before of course I did. I see him growing every day and eating me out of house and home as the saying goes. He's very much taller than me now and is learning a lot about the world and has formed his own opinions and views of everything. More mature ones.
At the end of the day, right before I go to bed it is quiet in here. Sometimes so quiet you can hear a pin drop. I like the end of the day quiet. I like just sitting and thinking or reading or listening to an audio book. It is my way of de-stressing. Ending the day and getting ready to start a new one.
Tonight I was just listening. My son hadn't gone to bed yet and was in the other room talking.I know he was probably talking to his friend who although, moved out of the neighborhood, the immediate neighborhood, last year, still rides his bike down here almost every evening before the corner store closes to go to the store with my son and if we have his favorite food, mac and cheese, he stops by for that too. But, I figured that he was talking to him by what he was saying. The walls are thin. And at first I thought who is this "Manly" voice I am hearing in the next room. This deeper voice and this deeper laugh this can't be my kid. Not the kid who was just 5 years old the other day it seems and now is 15 in the blink of an eye. It can't be that same kid. Not the kid who was just learning how to ride his bike without training wheels and the one who told me that it would be okay that he wasn't going to fall and if he did he knew that I would be there to pick him up. Not that kid who wanted to stop the car every time he saw a MacDonald's to get a happy meal and tell the person behind the counter what toy he already had and if they could give him another one. Not the kid who threw his stuffed frog out of the car window at a red light when he was 3 to see if the frog would leap. (luckily I had enough time to get froggy back inside the car before the light changed)
Yeah, that is the same kid. In the blink of an eye it seemed he went from being a kid to a young man. I almost don't want to blink.
At the end of the day, right before I go to bed it is quiet in here. Sometimes so quiet you can hear a pin drop. I like the end of the day quiet. I like just sitting and thinking or reading or listening to an audio book. It is my way of de-stressing. Ending the day and getting ready to start a new one.
Tonight I was just listening. My son hadn't gone to bed yet and was in the other room talking.I know he was probably talking to his friend who although, moved out of the neighborhood, the immediate neighborhood, last year, still rides his bike down here almost every evening before the corner store closes to go to the store with my son and if we have his favorite food, mac and cheese, he stops by for that too. But, I figured that he was talking to him by what he was saying. The walls are thin. And at first I thought who is this "Manly" voice I am hearing in the next room. This deeper voice and this deeper laugh this can't be my kid. Not the kid who was just 5 years old the other day it seems and now is 15 in the blink of an eye. It can't be that same kid. Not the kid who was just learning how to ride his bike without training wheels and the one who told me that it would be okay that he wasn't going to fall and if he did he knew that I would be there to pick him up. Not that kid who wanted to stop the car every time he saw a MacDonald's to get a happy meal and tell the person behind the counter what toy he already had and if they could give him another one. Not the kid who threw his stuffed frog out of the car window at a red light when he was 3 to see if the frog would leap. (luckily I had enough time to get froggy back inside the car before the light changed)
Yeah, that is the same kid. In the blink of an eye it seemed he went from being a kid to a young man. I almost don't want to blink.
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