A boy is a mischievous, magical creature,
An angel with mud on his face.
A daredevil climber of trees and of rafters,
Who loves any game, any place.
Just like my son to leave his toys
in the way.
You were six months old and full of fun,
Now you are ready for books and for rules.
This is the year that you go to school.
The big day came, you were anxious to go,
We walked to the bus, going oh, so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved good-bye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Time goes so fast, It's hard to believe that
just yesterday you were home with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
So I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can,
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.
My Son Has Grown So Fast, written by Robert Fulghum.
I tried to give you roots, and I tried to give you wings, so that you would feel confident enough to go in the directions you choose. And feel loved enough to know that you always have a place here called home.
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