“You’ll be a man someday,” you exclaim, a radiant smile lighting up your adorable face. I chuckle softly, tickling your tummy, which peeks out from beneath your beloved, worn-out superhero tee. “Yes,” I respond, managing a smile, “one day, you will be a man.” But as I grin, a wave of bittersweet thoughts washes over me—feelings I wish I could articulate.
When you become a man, those tiny fingers that once clutched my own will let go. I won’t feel the soft touch of your hand in mine as we wander the streets, searching for squirrels that seem to evade our clever attempts. Your hand will find another to grasp, one that belongs to a strong man. The tender moments we share now will fade from your memory but will forever remain etched in my heart.
As you grow, those innocent questions of “Can I, Mom?” will be replaced by assertive decisions. You’ll carve your own path, and I’ll cheer for you from the sidelines, always your biggest supporter, even as those sweet, curious eyes of yours turn to face the world.
Once you are grown, you won’t need me to tuck you in or wish for one last story before sleep. You’ll have your own life, perhaps with someone special by your side. Yet, I’ll always yearn for just one more verse of our favorite lullaby, one last whisper of “Goodnight, Mama” before the lights go out.
You won’t drag your blanket onto the couch, nestle into my lap, or call yellow “yeh-yoh” anymore. No more joyful leaps into my arms or heartwarming love letters scribbled in crayon. You’ll be the responsible adult society expects, leaving behind the carefree joys of childhood. Still, I hope you find time to splash in puddles and mispronounce words just for me.
When you become a man, I imagine you’ll embody strength, kindness, and humor. You might still write love letters, but they will be filled with real sentiments for your partner. Perhaps you’ll sing “Wheels on the Bus” to your own child, who will clamor for one more moment with Daddy before sleep.
No matter how much you grow, you will always be my son, my source of joy and laughter. But the truth is, you won’t be all mine anymore.
As I watch you beam with excitement at the thought of adulthood, I do my best to share in your enthusiasm. “Yes, when you grow up, you’ll be a man,” I confirm gently.
But today, you’re still my little boy, and I’m holding on tight.
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In summary, as your journey unfolds, I hope you carry with you the warmth of our shared moments, even as you embrace the responsibilities of adulthood.
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