My boy is growing up.
Yes, I know this happens to all children, and that all parents have those quick panicking moments when they realize what time is doing to them. But, my baby boy will be 8 in a matter of months, and yes, I’m panicking. He’s a real person now, with real likes, passions, and joys. He has questions about everything, most of them I tend to leave temporarily unanswered or ask Mr. Google for assistance. He’s a protector of younger souls, with a love for his own sister and anyone smaller than he. He’s an angel. A distracted, overzealous(at times) and impatient angel. He’s my boy.
Just last weekend, I experience that mom panic during our weekend getaway to Amish Country. He didn’t need Mom to read the historical signs for him anymore. He was able to ask the tour guides his own questions and even give his own historical facts. He beckoned his sister to the playgrounds and petting zoos. He ventured off to make his own friends, without help from his parents. As we embark on yet another pastime, his first time at DisneyWorld, I’m anxious to see what new milestone he will accomplish. Is it really time for his first real roller coaster? Will he want to experience it with me, or on his own?
Now where does this leave me? As my son grows bigger, he turns to Dad for more advice, knowledge and help with his hobbies. Mom was his mate when he was littler and enjoyed the hand holding, cuddling and giggling. I have to admit, I’m having a hard time with the transition. Where does a mom of an older boy fit in to the mix? And what happens once puberty hits?! I’m currently on the lookout for help, pity, and any type of advice I can get. I miss my small boy, but I am eager to see the man he’ll become. And what type of girls he’ll date.