My baby boy turned 14 today. In the blink of an eye he went from here

to here.

I have enjoyed every age with him. The baby and toddler stage, though exhausting, is also a time of wonder. Everything is new and exciting.


As they get older, you start to let go. Teaching a child to ride a bike is a classic metaphor for letting go. First you hold on and keep him from falling.

Then you let go, but guide them. You're right there to make sure they stay safe.

Then you finally let go once and for all.
I love the look on his face in this picture. Pure child bliss.

This is one of my favorite pictures. He came out of his room one day dressed like this, and announced that he's a nature photographer.

My little boy has grown to be an amazing young man. Oh, he has his teen moments. But overall, I'm so proud of who has become.

This whole letting go thing is bittersweet. You know this is your job as a parent - to raise them to be independent adults. But you want to hold the child forever.
When I was 8 months pregnant, I found this poem on the web. It had me in tears, and I chalked that up to pregnancy hormones. But now I know that wasn't it. It still brings me to tears.
My Baby Boy and Me
It's three a.m., they're all asleep, and no one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.
His little hand is feather-light, tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much, and cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart, for lonely nights to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up, his need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time, for kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this, with him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay, protected, safe, and warm.
And yet I know the day will come when his tiny little hand
Will be much bigger than my own; he'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love with no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.
~Author unknown
Yeah, I teared up while typing it. Happy Birthday Kiddo.