It's Flying By...

Tonight I sat on my oldest child's bed and looked at his gorgeous face. I can't believe how he has grown. I swear it was only yesterday that I used to stand at the foot of his crib and marvel at his angelic sleeping face. Quietly, I would say prayers for him and myself. I was in awe by him. And I still am. Only tonight my baby is going to bed and it's before his first night of High School. Where did the time go? It hit me too, that I only have a few more short years left with him, living in our house. Seeing his face every single day. Listening to his voice, and even that constant drumming he does. I hope I have done a good job. I hope I have prepared him well enough for this next journey he is beginning. I hope I have fostered in him the self confidence he needs to deal with all the drama that high school can be about. I hope he fits in. Or finds his spot that he belongs in. I hope they are kind to my baby. I want to wrap my arms around him and keep him safe. Protect him from that inevitable jerk out there who will make him feel bad about himself or something he may have done. You know, there is always some kid that will see you when you fall or miss a pass in a game or just point out whatever embarrassing moment you have. I feel excited for him to start HS, but scared too. I want him to have an awesome HS experience as I did. I want him to find his way, and to have fun. He's growing up. I know. But please slow it down. I am not ready to let go, yet. Just let him spread his wings. To go out and fly, but still return to the nest. Good Luck Blake in this next step. I am so rooting for you. You'll do great, now go out and knock their socks off. Let everyone see what a great person that I know you are!