Today was the first day of soccer for my baby boy. Well...he's not a baby anymore but he will always be my baby. He is almost sixteen years old and he has been playing soccer at Colton Youth Soccer since he was five years old. The highest age division for this league is U-18 which basically means under 18. That means that in just two years he will not be eligible to play in youth soccer...this makes me sad.
It is so hard to believe that my kids are growing up so fast. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that I don't need to find a babysitter and can leave them at home with the only worry of mine being that they may throw a party in my absence. It's nice to have that get up and go freedom, but I must admit that I miss the days when they were little and were each other's best friends. They are 21 months apart. I remember when my daughter was a baby and anthony would drag her around the house on a blanket so she could be with him. It was sweet and I miss the sweetness.
Where we live, I am the cool mom on the block. The kids hang out in our front yard with my kids and I hear them talking about girls. While it amuses me that my son has grown up and reached this point, it scares me. I notice him putting on cologne and girls calling him on the phone. I have found little notes to him in his room and it is quite evident that my baby is growing up and fast.
Where did the time go? I still feel as young as I did when I had him, but in five years he will be the same age I was when I was preganant with him. I wonder where his paths will take him in life. Will he go to college? What career will he choose? I don't doubt that one day he will have a family and bring over his babies, my grandbabies for me to shower with love and to share stories about their dad. I am also sure that his babies will be in soccer as well, it's a legacy.
I still witness the moments of sweetness with my son. He loves to hang out in my room when I have the air conditioner blasting and watch TV with me. Just last night was one of those times. I looked at him and told him how much he loved for me to hold his hand when he was little. He reached for my hand and held it while we watched TV...a mother's proud moment.
Though he sometimes has an attitude, he still loves us and for that I know I am blessed. No, I may not get to watch him much longer in a youth soccer league, but adult soccer leagues are everywhere and I will be there cheering him on. Oh by the way, the score today was 3-3 and though it was a tie, I feel like I am the one who won.
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