Happy 14th birthday to my son. Who will always be my baby. Fourteen years ago this week I experienced one of the most amazing events in my life. It was painful but also filled with awe, love, amazement, happiness, giddiness, and much more. And, I should note not just love but uncontainable, boundless love.
This week I feel all those emotions and more as I see him grow up before my eyes into this outstanding, empathetic, smart, and funny guy. We still have tickle wars but he’s now taller than I am. Ok. I’ve come to terms with that. He has his own opinions on many things now. It’s not just because I said so. I’m coming to terms with that.
He’s coming to terms with the fact that he will always be my baby. And, thst occasionally while crossing a NYC street, I will still reach for his hand. My hand will always be there to guide and comfort him. Even when he might think he’s too old for that.