Watching my six-foot two, sixteen year old son, I wonder, “How did this happen?” I mean, “Where did the time go?” I totally connect with the insurance commercial that shows the perspective of the parent with their teen.
A little girl appears asking her dad for the car keys. The father stares at her and asks where she is headed. The little girl answers in a sweetly innocent voice. The dialogue continues with the little girl and her father until the car keys are handed over. Out of nowhere, a sixteen-year old young lady appears.
Watching my son in competition today, I keep seeing flashbacks of my three-year old son saying, “Park, Mommy. Let’s go to the park and play.” Another flash of a young boy pulling his wagon up to me, “Gas please, Mommy.” Another flashback of Legos. A large star-ship has been assembles. “Mom, look at my secret escape pod.”
More flashbacks of Wes growing:
- Swimming lessons
- Training Wheels
- Wiffle ball
- Chess tournament
The list goes on and on. I shake my head to see clearly the reality scene in front of me – no toddler; instead a tall teenager. Whether Wes is a toddler, a teenager, or a grown man, I will love him forever!