Parenting
Updated: March 13, 2018
Originally Published: March 2, 2016
“As I grow up, I’ll be a man,” you declare with a grin that lights up your face. I gently tickle your tummy, barely concealed under your well-loved, faded Batman shirt. “Absolutely,” I respond, attempting to mirror your excitement, “one day you’ll take on that role.”
Yet, as I smile, a wave of unspoken thoughts floods my mind. The bittersweet reality hits me hard: one day, those tiny fingers intertwined with mine will slip away. I’ll miss the soft touch of your hand as we stroll through the park, searching for squirrels that dart away from our playful chase. Your hand will soon be held by someone else, and the precious, quiet moments we share will fade from your memory, but they will remain etched in my heart forever.
When you’re a man, the familiar “Can I, Mommy?” will fade into silence. The innocent curiosity that once filled your eyes will transform into bold decision-making. I’ll become a spectator in your life, cheering you on from the sidelines as you carve out your own destiny.
You won’t need me to tuck you in anymore, longing for my face to be the last sight before sleep takes you away. Those requests for one last rendition of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” or a final hug will be replaced with your own home, and if you’re fortunate, a partner to share those sweet moments with. I’ll always yearn for just one more whisper of “Goodnight, Mama” before the lights go out.
Gone will be the days of dragging your blanket onto the couch, climbing into my lap, and exclaiming, “I want to cuddle.” Jumping in puddles and calling blue “boo” will be distant memories. You won’t leap into my arms when I walk into a room or scribble me love notes of squiggly lines that tell me how much you care. Those moments of proudly declaring your height over me while I tease you about climbing on furniture will fade. I’ll miss the joy of spinning you around the kitchen as you squeal with delight.
As a man, you’ll embody responsibility and maturity—traits expected of adulthood. But, deep down, I hope you’ll still splash in puddles and mispronounce colors when you think no one’s listening.
You will grow into a kindhearted, strong, and humorous individual. I like to believe you’ll pen heartfelt letters filled with your deepest emotions for the love of your life. Perhaps you’ll even find yourself singing to your child, the lyrics of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” echoing in your home as they ask for just a few more seconds with Daddy before bedtime.
Although you’ll always be my son, my joy, and my light, you will no longer be solely mine.
So, as I witness your excitement for the future, I do my best to share your enthusiasm: “Yes, when you grow up, you’ll become a man.” But not today. Today, you are still my little boy, and I hold on tight.
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In summary, as we navigate the bittersweet journey of watching our children grow, let us cherish each moment while also embracing the inevitable changes that come with time.
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