Growing up behind my back.

How do our children manage to grow up so darn fast? Where does the time go?I looked at my son today,really looked.How did he manage to grow up behind my back?Yesterday he was playing on the beach with his bucket and spade and today he has a  job and a girlfriend! I wanted to cry, in fact, I did cry, all alone in the bathroom. I felt like such a fool.

My husband will think I've gone mad if he catches me having a quick weep because our son has turned into a fine young man. I'm proud of my son, I love him to bits and maybe even more importantly,I like him. He's a wonderful boy-man. But I miss the child he used to be so much that today when I realised I'll never see him again it hit me so hard it was a physical pain,like a blow to the chest. I worte this small poem to try to put my feelings into words.

Jamie becomes James.

When did night-night go and goodnight come,

When did Mummy become Mum?

What became of nursery rhymes,

of stories told at bedtime.

And tucking in with goodnight kisses,

of hugs and cuddles without hisses.

What became of water pistols, yo-yo’s

trains and model planes.

What became of helping bake

of tasting raw dough before the cake.

When did games and toys

give way to nights out with the boys.

There is no mystery greater than,

when did my boy become a man?