What makes me think of this? I'll tell you. This morning, dropping my son off at football camp, that's what made me think of this. My almost 12 year old son, who is 5 foot 5 inches tall. and wears a size 11 man's shoe. I can still remember like it was yesterday, finding out I was pregnant with him. Seven home pregnancy tests laying on my piano....all positive, except for one and that one was only negative because I ran it under tap water to see what a negative outcome would look like, you know, cause SIX POSITIVES could be wrong. It wasn't the best time for me to be pregnant. Heck, it wasn't the best time for me to be anything. But once the initial shock wore off, it was exciting. Knowing that I had a little alien in my belly, who would go from looking like a little shrimp, to a human being....wow.
After kissing my almost twelve year old human being (not in front of people, of course) and sending him in to camp, I had an overwhelming urge to cry. This is the same little man that I was in twenty hours of labor trying to bring him into this world. This is the same baby that when you would walk in his room in the morning, his head would pop up, like a little turtle.... A little turtle with a shit eating grin on his face that made you feel like he thought you were the best thing in the world that ever happened. This is the same little guy that loved to sing "You are so Beautiful to me"....to me. This is the same little man who would make me sit by his toddler bed and have me sing "GodSpeed Little Man" to him until he fell asleep, because he was scared of his big boy bed. So, after waving goodbye to him this morning, I drove off and let out a heavy sigh.
I wish I could take all of the credit in Little Man's wonderfulness. I can't. He takes after his dad so much and that's a great thing, because I can't think of a better person to want to be like. When I say that he wants to be like his dad.....I mean it. From the way he wants to dress, to the games he likes to play, to the love of the outdoors, to loving to have a little mischievous fun, to his caring for the feelings of others, to being patient...he is his father's son and with all of those wonderful traits at almost twelve years old, I can't imagine the man he will be when he is older. I truly believe that he will make a girl as happy as his father has made me because he already knows how important it is to be respectful to a lady and to show her how you care for her by doing even the littlest of things. We've tried to teach him that even though he thinks it's gross to see his parents steal a kiss, or touch or hug every time we walk by one another, that when he is older, he will remember us as parents who were in love.
Believe me, I'm not blind to the fact that I know that I'm gonna have some moments with him where I want to knock him out because he thinks he knows everything. I was a teenager once. I went to college. I've experienced life. I've heard the stories of when Big Sexy was growing up. Both of us are going to reap what we sowed. If Little Man gives us half the adventures that we gave our parents, it will still make for an interesting story of life. He's already given us some. The one thing that I find comfort in is that simply by how Big Sexy and I turned out as adults, even with the crazy things that we did, there is hope that Little Man will grow into being a good man. I am looking forward to the day when I can tell my grandchildren some of those same kind of stories that Big Sexy's parents told me.....but hey....that won't be for another twelve years or more....I've got all the time in the world, right? Because we all know....twelve years goes by at a turtle's pace, right?.
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