My wife and I are the proud parents of a three year old as of today. My boy turned the big "03" at about 1:25 this afternoon. I cannot believe I have a three year old. I have a friend who recently told me that he is the father of a teenager, who happens to go to the same junior high where this friend of mine and I met when we were that very age. I think without saying it to each other, we both felt old; like time had just been nothing but a blur. The next thing I know, my son will be 18, graduating high school, and going off to college or whatever else he wants to do. I have just a difficult time understanding where the last three years went. I am not sure how I am going to adjust to my son getting older, going off to school, making friends, trying to fit in, trying school activities, maybe having his first crush or having his heart broken.
These are all things I am not looking forward to, mainly because they will prove to me that my son is aging, getting older, and somehow I am too. I worry about him even now at day care. Maybe that's because I want to protect him from all the damn shallow evils of what other kids are capable of. I know I cannot do that, but I want to. I have this thing I do at night after my wife and son have gone to bed before me. I usually walk into his room and look at his face, which is illuminated by the Thomas the Tank Engine nightlight. I lean down and kiss his head, and tell him I love him. I stand and look at him one last time, as if that is going to be the last time I ever see his face. I remember that moment, because that's the image I want in my head as I fall asleep. I am so happy to be the father of a three year old, magnificent boy who is growing so fast...all I want to do is slow my life down long enough to watch him grow up before I miss it. Happy Birthday Collin! Love ya, buddy! More later...
These are all things I am not looking forward to, mainly because they will prove to me that my son is aging, getting older, and somehow I am too. I worry about him even now at day care. Maybe that's because I want to protect him from all the damn shallow evils of what other kids are capable of. I know I cannot do that, but I want to. I have this thing I do at night after my wife and son have gone to bed before me. I usually walk into his room and look at his face, which is illuminated by the Thomas the Tank Engine nightlight. I lean down and kiss his head, and tell him I love him. I stand and look at him one last time, as if that is going to be the last time I ever see his face. I remember that moment, because that's the image I want in my head as I fall asleep. I am so happy to be the father of a three year old, magnificent boy who is growing so fast...all I want to do is slow my life down long enough to watch him grow up before I miss it. Happy Birthday Collin! Love ya, buddy! More later...
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or maybe, just maybe, he will become the lead singer of a kiss cover band that would be so cool, I know where your coming from, they grew up fast man enjoy the ride
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