It wasn't that long ago he was a newborn, a toddler--running naked in the backyard; a preschooler with funny comments and faces and accents; the boy with difficulties pronouncing his letter sounds and having to do repeating sound flashcards, blowing on whistles, and using different size straws to strengthen his mouth muscles; the kid who wouldn't eat anything green, but wanted to be a chef; the little boy struggling so hard to learn to read and finally having something click; the son with a twinkle in his eye that could charm his mom into just about anything he wanted by giving her a hug, kiss and a sweet something whispered into her ear.
How can he be getting his license today? How is he old enough to date today? How is he sixteen?
And how will he understand how much his mom loves and adores him? How will he remember how much she ached for him to learn to read, to pronounce his words, and to always stay safe? How can he know what joy he has brought into her life? And how grateful she is to call him hers?
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