With a Blink of An Eye

I was once six months old and full of fun, with a blink of an eye, I was suddenly one. I know I was a handful, and at times you wondered what to do, but by the time you had the answers, I went and turned two. When I was two, I was still so helpless and dependent on you. So many things, I myself could not manage to do. Independence took over when I turned three. It's frustrating at times when you're yelling at me. Soon I'll be four, your little boy, only a while more. Father time will soon come and close that childhood door. Then will come school and I know we'll both cry. But with tears will come growth as we say our good byes. You might be at wits end, when I'm rambunctious and ten. But when I turn thirteen you'll wish me that age once again. Then there will be bruises and there will be tears. There will girls in just a few more years. There will be fights and there will be hugs. There will mistakes, but none will be with drugs. Times will be tough but I know you'll always understand. Mom, you blinked again, and now I am a MAN!