Now a Man

I am blessed she tells herself, her heart bursting with pride. Through mascara drenched tears, she feels overwhelmed with love. He did it, she whispers softly. My baby, my life, my gift from above. As her heart races, she beams from within. This beautiful, precious life I created, you are my joy, my happiness, my purpose for living. She recalls smiling, his first wobbly steps, his first day of school, his first heartbreak. He looks so handsome in his pristine uniform, his shoes so polished, white gloves, first time worn. My beautiful baby, my handsome son, please be safe, please stay strong. Carry with you your convictions, and always my love, stand tall, be brave, hold your head high above. As he walked over for one final hug, she held him tight; hearts beating as one. As he turned away without hesitation, she prayed the Lord would keep him safe. For at this moment, though she could hardly stand, his life was his own; He was now a man.