My baby turns 15 today and I am a flooded with mixed emotions. Of course I love his birthday because I love him so very much. But who can hide the sadness of missing Max at 3... at 5 ...at 8? How can I refrain from crying knowing that I only have 3 more birthdays with him at home (most likely he will be away at college which is what I want but still).
He is turning into quite an amazing man. This year he really grew up, physically at 6 ft 132 pounds but emotionally, intellectually and socially as well. His priorities have moved from video games to academic success. He demonstrates empathy and responsibility in a way I never did as a teenager. He drives himself athletically and maintains strong social relationships. He still doesn't make up his bed, but hell neither does his dad.
I know he thinks I am old and uncool but I also know he fully understands how very important he is to me. To soothe my emotionality, to note how hip I am to the new poetry scene, and probably to confirm how uncool I am, I offer this haiku for my lovely young man:
He is turning into quite an amazing man. This year he really grew up, physically at 6 ft 132 pounds but emotionally, intellectually and socially as well. His priorities have moved from video games to academic success. He demonstrates empathy and responsibility in a way I never did as a teenager. He drives himself athletically and maintains strong social relationships. He still doesn't make up his bed, but hell neither does his dad.
I know he thinks I am old and uncool but I also know he fully understands how very important he is to me. To soothe my emotionality, to note how hip I am to the new poetry scene, and probably to confirm how uncool I am, I offer this haiku for my lovely young man:
Maxwell fills my heart
My days, my mind, my dry soul
He is all of me
Happy Birthday Sway!
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