boy that is now gone forever. A little boy who picked me dandelions
and counted his grandma's teeth - over and over and over again. A
little boy who called 100 dollar monopoly money "one-de-O-de-O's". A
little boy who had a great love for animals, legos and computers. A
little boy who had a great sense of humor, but hated the sound of his
own laugh. A little boy whom everyone loved, yet had few friends. My
little boy is gone. He belongs to the U.S. Army now and will some day
introduce himself as a man. My little boy is gone forever...and I am
hating this so much!
There is an empty place inside me that only he can fill. I miss his
whining and griping about the chicken being overcooked or dinner too
late. I miss having to argue with him to cut the grass or take out
the trash. I miss the great pleasure of picking up his dirty socks
off of the livingroom floor. I miss how he pushed my buttons and
would get me angry to the point where he knew he had finally lost,
until the next round. I miss watching him play with the kittens. I
miss hearing the music he composed. I miss staying up all night
talking with him.
I miss my little boy.
I miss my son -
but ever so proud to be his mom.