Everybody in the family thinks my youngest child, my son Daryl is my favorite. I don’t think that’s true because I don’t have any favorite. If I tend to be more protective of Daryl, it’s only because he’s the youngest and he’s the last baby in the house.
In fact, I still see him as a baby, my baby. I know I’m not supposed to treat him that way anymore, but I can’t help it. It’s just too difficult to let go. There are times that I miss the babies they once were and I want to just hold them.
Lately, my son has been going out in the afternoons to play with the other kids in the subdivision. Though I always remind him to come back before sunset, he always forgets claiming that he lost track of time because he was having so much fun. I don’t want to be KJ but I worry about him being outside when it gets dark. Though I’m sure that he could come home by himself and that he’s just playing nearby, I still feel uneasy.
I know I’m not the only mother who feels this way when her kids grow up, and in time I know I’ll get used to the idea that my kids have already grown. The least I can do right now is to pray to God to send an angel to watch over my son all the time..