Growing up

18 Sep

I can see the day my boy is so grown up that he gets on a plane and finds adventures of his own.

I can see the day he goes to his lover’s family for Christmas and when he rings me, I can hear them all in the background because it’s so quiet at my house.

I can see the day he finishes school and celebrates with his mates and not with me. I can see the weekend he doesn’t want me on the sidelines and the day he won’t kiss me goodbye.

If I squint, I can see him with children of his own.

But I just can’t see the day I’m gonna let him walk across to the bakery on his own.

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7 Responses to “Growing up”

  1. Helen September 18, 2006 at 5:28 pm #

    When my little boy smiles his new smile, I can see the man he’s going to be. Just a glimpse.

  2. elsewhere September 19, 2006 at 10:15 am #

    Oh I’m sure it won’t be *that* quiet at your house! If it is, get a couple of cats to liven things up.

    (When I read that, I had a mental picture of your son — not that I know him — at an Xmas gathering with SJP. Must be thinking of _The Family Stone_, I guess, which I’ve never seen.)

  3. ThirdCat September 19, 2006 at 2:33 pm #

    What a beautiful comment, Helen. Does he stand with his hands in his pockets? That does it to me every time.

    Elsewhere, we are very quiet the adults of this house.

  4. Miss Tickle September 20, 2006 at 9:27 am #

    My son once asked “where’s the baby going to sleep?”. “Er, which baby is that?”. “Well, when I grow up and get married and we have a baby…”

  5. Helen September 21, 2006 at 9:09 am #

    He’s not much of a hands in pockets stander, which proves it’s not genetic, as I was constantly told off for it at school. (In Adelaide– your post about soursobs gave me a wave of nostalgia, also Adelaide airport. Adelaidians rawk.)

  6. ThirdCat September 21, 2006 at 10:55 am #

    Do you not have soursobs? But what do you do in the garden for colour?

    I must also apologise for my rude akismet which keeps sending your comments to spam. Apparently, it is learning not to do so, but it seems to be a slow learner.

  7. Helen September 22, 2006 at 12:09 pm #

    We have it, but it’s called Oxalis.

    And the kids don’t seem to find the stalks as delicious as we did. Good thing really since herbicide seems to be the garden fashion du jour.

    And delis are milk bars here and bathers are togs and there is no Amscol to be had. It has taken me ages to assimilate.

    I’ve changed my munged email address to leave out the word “s**m”, see if that helps.

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