As I strolled past the open door of my son’s bedroom, I paused to switch off the light. My gaze fell upon the figure sprawled on the bed, and I couldn’t help but realize: that is no longer a little boy, but a young man.
Hold on. Just a moment. I need to process this; I need a moment to say goodbye.
Letting go of the child who straddled the line between boyhood and adolescence has been a gradual journey for me. I’ve cherished every phase of his life—from the tiny infant who fit snugly in my palm to the spirited toddler who donned his Captain Feathersword costume, always clutching a Thomas the Tank Engine or Lightning McQueen car. I watched him transform into a boisterous school-aged child, full of curiosity and energy, often giving me reason to worry. Each stage of his childhood has been a treasure, and while I looked forward to what lay ahead, I also mourned the stages we left behind.
Not long ago, I found myself yearning for just one more summer of his playful innocence. I craved additional moments with my little guy, and for a brief period, I got my wish. We experienced another whirlwind summer of youthful exuberance. But as is the nature of time, he moved forward. With each passing moment, I had to adapt and grow alongside him; it was either that or be left behind.
Now, as I reflect on this transition, I recognize the beauty in the changes unfolding before me. My son is evolving into a remarkable teenager. Each day brings new developments—he has shot up in height, his voice has deepened, and his perspectives on life are maturing. We even engage in discussions about politics, and I am astounded by his knowledge. He is leaving childhood behind, reaching for his full potential, and I know I have done my part well. He is on the path to becoming a magnificent man.
I will always hold dear the memories of that cheerful toddler, the whimsical thoughts of a 6-year-old, the adventures of building #EpicForts, and all the little boy moments. Each goodbye teaches me what I miss while also highlighting the incredible journey ahead. My son is growing up, and it is a wondrous experience. We still have countless adventures waiting for us.
I feel fortunate that he still considers me cool, at least most of the time. He chooses to spend time with me and remains my partner in exploration. As he begins to forge his own path, he still makes an effort to return for a hug and an “I love you” before heading off with friends, regardless of who is around. He often seeks my advice but isn’t afraid to assert his own opinions.
Occasionally, he still reaches for my hand when we cross the street. I’m never quite sure if it’s for his safety or mine, but either way, I hold on tight.
This article was initially published on February 3, 2016, and serves as a reminder of the beauty and challenges of watching our children grow.
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Summary
This article reflects on the bittersweet experience of watching a child grow from infancy through various stages of childhood into adolescence. It captures the emotional transitions of a parent as they navigate the joys and challenges of parenting, while also recognizing the beauty in change and growth.