Little Big Man

 

I find myself staring  at this little guy and wondering,  "How is it that he is so big, so fast?"

Then I look away for a second, and look back to see this little, helpless being who still needs me and depends on me to protect and care for him.

 Someday, when he is a big burly man with man hair on his body that omits  man smells, out on a football field taking blows that crush him, I think I will still see that sweet, wittle baby face staring helplessly from the swing. 

Then, I will probably run out on the field and whoop up on some other mother's  wittle baby to protect mine and get hauled off in the paddy wagon.

For now, I will just stare at him in wonder....sigh.