So I’m sat here remembering the things that made me smile in his younger years (how time flies!)
He is my only child and soon I won’t have my little boy anymore!
When he was a toddler I became a single mum (he still sees his dad).
It was just me and him. I’d take him shopping and give him a basket to choose my Mother’s Day/ birthday/ Xmas present. I would pretend not to look in the basket and ask the cashier to wrap the item in a bag so I couldn’t see it.
When I had a girls night in, he sit in PJs and enjoy popcorn with us until bedtime at 7/8ish.
We would spend weekends in the local park/ at the community farm or family activity days at local libraries etc (things that didn’t cost as money was tight).
I’ve driven him to meet his first date, supported him through SATs and GCSEs (the latter results are pending), Navigated friendship issues and hired him his first suit for prom.
This Sept he starts college. He’s taller than me now. He’s my joy. I’m super proud.
When did you realise/ accept your little one is grown/growing up?