The day after my son’s birthday, I can’t help but reflect on how much he’s grown into his own—a wise young man with a slight, innocent quality still lingering. He’s got that unique blend of maturity and youth that keeps me both proud and nostalgic.

At his age, I was already in boarding school, navigating the world on my own. By the time I was his age, I’d left home and never returned to live there again. My son, though, is still here, and there’s something incredibly comforting about that. He’s not just a kid anymore, but he’s also not quite an adult. And while part of me wants to push him into the world to spread his wings, another part of me is savoring these moments when he’s still under our roof, still within reach.

What’s truly remarkable is how he keeps me grounded. His perspective, though youthful, is often wise beyond his years. He’s quick to call me out when I’m being irrational and to remind me of the importance of balance. Maybe that’s why I’ve been re-watching *Gilmore Girls* for the umpteenth time—there’s something about that dynamic of friendship mixed with parenthood that resonates with where we are right now.

He’s mature enough to engage in deep conversations and light-hearted enough to keep things fun. It’s like having the best of both worlds—a friend and a son, all rolled into one.

As we move forward, I know these days are numbered. Soon enough, he’ll be off creating his own path, just like I did. But for now, I’m going to savor this sweet spot, where he’s still here, still my boy, and yet so much more.