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But Then You Blink and Your Baby Boy Becomes a Man

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You look at your precious baby boy sweetly sleeping and feel like you could stare at him all day. You watch his every move. You smile when he smiles and try to solve whatever might make him cry. You want him to know how much you love him.

But then you blink.

And your baby boy becomes a man. He’s putting on his cap and gown, figuring out how to cope with the stress of last-minute projects, laughing deeply with friends, and excitedly planning his next moves out in the world.

baby boy becomes a man

You hear everybody say “It goes too fast!” and “Enjoy every moment!” and you nod your head and think you will make the most of it all. But you forget during the weeks of interrupted sleep, the agony of potty-training, the extreme busyness of toddlerhood, the discipline, the struggles of homework, all the teaching moments, the life-lessons of teenage years, and the testing of boundaries and becoming independent. You remind yourself to soak in the smiles, giggles, cuddles, kisses, accomplishments, homemade cards, and telling of stories. You want him to know how much you love him.

But then you blink.

And your baby boy becomes a man, with a voice you don’t recognize and opinions of his own. He’s confident, funny, independent, smart, mostly self-sufficient, and makes you proud.

baby boy becomes a man

You can’t go back and do it all over again, though you wish you could have just one day more with his heavy head on your shoulders or him asking you to snuggle, promising you that “it will be cozy.” As much as you would like to stop time for a while, you don’t really want him to stop becoming the man he’s supposed to be and you look forward to seeing where he’ll go and what adventures he’ll have. You decide to be in the present and fully appreciate the new memories made and the few precious moments he can spare between work and school and friends. You want him to know how much you love him.

But then you blink.

My Boy Is A Young Man

First off, yes the design changed here! And will change a few more times until I’m happy! And now the link to leave a comment is at the top instead of the bottom. Thanks for hanging with me through the changes!

No, it’s not my son’s birthday or the start of a new school year or any special occasion. I’m just seeing changes every few months that make me happy and sad at the same time. It’s not the first time I’ve posted about how my son is growing up and it’s certainly not the last! Now that he’s in high school, the growing up has accelerated.

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I thought I would be ready when it happened. But each change throws me off and leaves me wondering where my little boy went. His voice changed quite a while back and I’m still not used to it. Sometimes when he talks, I think, “Why is he using that fake voice?” And now he shaves. Not that there’s much there, but enough. He has his own thoughts and opinions. He enjoys hanging out with his friends {he is blessed with awesome friends} more than he enjoys hanging out with his parents – though he still loves and respects us. He has started caring about whether his hair has a style and which skinny jeans are more comfortable. He has started playing new sports – basketball and volleyball. He strives for good grades, loves his teachers, pays attention to sermons in church, and wants to figure out what career he’s most interested in {definitely something computer-related}.

I like this young man. I like it when he tells me about his school day and funny things his friends said or did. I like it when he updates me on how Nintendo’s stock is doing and what good or bad decisions they’ve made recently. I like it when he smiles and that he has the same sense of humor as me. I like it when he remembers to pray for people. I like it when he thanks me for making cookies for him and his friends. I like it when he shares his concerns about people or events. I like it when he says “bye-loveyou” on the phone, even in front of friends. I even like how tall he is now {about 6 feet} <—but don’t tell him that.

And at the same time, I feel like somebody made a switch in the middle of the night. Somebody took my little boy. The one with feet that didn’t hang over the edge of the bed. The one who liked to snuggle with mommy and daddy. The one who loved to hear stories, play with trains, and be tickled. The one who hid in a different spot every day so his dad would have to search for him when he got home from work. The one who fit on my lap.

Couldn’t I have both at the same time? No, I must accept and embrace the changes. And I do – really! But when they say that the days of your little ones being little goes by way too fast – they are not kidding! If you have little ones, give them some extra snuggles and play with them on the floor. Because it will seem like tomorrow – when your boy becomes a young man.

Any thoughts from you mamas?

With Love,
from Lisa Marie