This week my eldest son left for the Army. And, it’s one of those things that makes you realize how quickly the time really does go.
I preach about quality of life, about slowing down, about smelling the roses. But, apparently, I seldom do it.
After all, that young man that’s taller than I am now, was, just a few short months ago, the little baby that liked to sleep on my belly — for every nap. He’s the little guy that I’d nurse while I typed on my undergraduate thesis. He’s the one I taught to read at four, to ride a bike, to stand up straight and tall, even when life dealt some serious blows.
This is my baby… my first child.
As I think about it, I bawl. There seems to be so much more that I should have taught him. There’s so much he still doesn’t know. How could I have failed him like this?