Yesterday he was one,
and then he was five,
soon eight, then ten, then twelve.
Today he’s fourteen, turning fifteen in a month.
And all along, so much more little boy than man;
his talks of someday fanciful and improbable.
And then six months ago, 3 inches and 11 pounds overnight.
Suddenly the boy who subsisted on air was eating five meals a day.
And then another 3 inches and who knows how many more pounds.
We often stand back to back;
I still have a 1/2 an inch on him,
but not for long.
Each morning now I drive him to work at the local farm.
As I study him telling me about pigs and fencing, chicken coops, soil composition and cooking garlic scapes, I realize that before my eyes he’s gone from little boy to so much more man.
But I’m not sad like I thought I’d be.
Because really it didn’t happen overnight.
Just like he first learned to roll over and then sit up; crawl and then stand,
I learned right along with him then,
Just as I am learning right along with him now.