When the guy you live with transforms from boy to man,
when his voice takes on that deeper, stronger, more mellow tone
and you sometimes don’t even realize it’s him talking,
when the space he fills in a room becomes somehow more commanding
and your cute vintage couch is starting to seem ridiculously small,
when the “can you fix this for me” roles start to reverse
and the “can you lift this for me” roles already have,
when all of this happens
in the span of four short seasons,
your heart will swell with pride and awe as you welcome this man
and it might also ache just a bit as you say goodbye to the boy,
but you will see an amazing future ahead for him
and you will smile about it,
to yourself of course,
without any gushing.
Because jeez, Mom.
Happy strong, smart, savvy and sweet sixteenth birthday to you, R-boy!
I love you like mad.