His head comes up to my eyeballs. I tell him in another year he could be taller than me which is no small thing since I'm 5'8" and he's only 11. He's never been one to tell me exactly what's on his mind and as adolescence approaches I fear I will get less and less. He enters middle school this fall and it saddens me to think in the next few years he will figure things out his own way. He may not need me as much. His friends will soon be more exciting than his mother.
Yet he still wanders into the kitchen giving me a "Hey, Mom." He looks like he wants to ask me something as he sidles up close and I get the picture. I grab him in a big hug and though he tries to hide it, I see the smile. I feel his arms take hold and he lingers. The next few years may bring big changes for us and he will not be my "little" boy for long, but his smile tells me volumes. I think we'll make it through these upcoming, sometimes tumultuous teen years. The kid's got a soft spot for his mom. Thank You, Lord.
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