Dear Christian, Who Gave You Permission to Grow Up?

I haven't scrapbooked for a while,

but I wanted to share 

an old page with you.
It's one of my most prized possessions. 

This is a note from my youngest son,

Christian

and a photo of him at the age

when he wrote the note.

He wrote it on his own

and didn't have any help,

so it's all phonetically spelled out.

This is what it says:

To mom from Chris   a pome

in The day You com

up sters To wake me up

wen You bend over my bed

I see yore beautiful

Face I Love You mom

You are The best mom

You give the best hugs

You alwase rede me

stores at night and

tuk me in my bed

You Tak good ker of me

wen im sick You

help me win I get hert and help

me with home

work

wuk wod 

I do with out Yoe

The End

Chris is 16 years old 
and 6 feet tall now . . . 

When did I say he could grow up?

Here's another poem that sums up how I feel . . .

I remember when you were My Little Boy.

An extension of my very being.

My every waking moment belonged to you.

One evening, when I called you to supper, 

you came to the table all grown up. 

Where did all the in-between go?

Suddenly I was to let you go.

Now, I should always call you "my son",

But . . .

in my heart, you'll always be . . .

My Little Boy.

                                                                                              - D. Morgan

They say a mother gives her children 

two things, 

first she gives them roots & then she gives them wings.

The wing part is definitely harder!

PS - If you're a mom, I'll bet you have a special note or two of your own!  Make sure to preserve it someplace where you can enjoy it over the years. Another great place is a shadow box with a photo of your child & maybe some of the little flowers or homemade trinkets he made for you.