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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Adolescence/Teen Years (07/16/09)

TITLE: My Boy
By Pawel Spencer
07/21/09


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Heís my boy.

I remember holding him in the palm of my hand and then tucking him under my arm like a football, carrying him about with me as I did my chores.

I remember stretching out in my favorite chair and resting with him on my chest; him fast asleep, knees tucked up under his small body.

I remember stutter stepping behind him as he made his way around our small apartment, watching him totter and teeter on legs barely strong enough to hold him up.

I remember his smiling eyes and his laughter when we played and his giggle when I did the unexpected.

I remember the rapt attention he gave to my stories and his pleas for more, long after I had run out.

I remember his stubbornness and his predictable temper, his screaming at the injustice of being denied his pleasure, and his dissatisfaction with the car seat, the shopping cart, or bedtime.

I remember his fears of being left alone at school or at a playmateís house and the comfort he took in simply being with me.

I remember his imagination and his fascination with the make believe.

I remember that he looked to me for truth and justice and understanding.
He has always been my boy, forever young and forever mine.



Heís on the edge of manhood now.

His face is losing the roundness of childhood and his eyes forecast more than the anticipation of simple pleasure.

His thoughts are now deep and wide ranging and his ideas are his own.

He is able to make his own plans, and does so naturally; he no longer depends on mine.

He is building a code of conduct and is working through its development among a circle of friends that I am no longer responsible for maintaining.

He believes for himself now and considers both truth and justice in order to gain his own understanding.

He is no longer mine.



He has become one of his Fatherís children and I have let him go.

I am no longer walking behind him holding his tiny hands and helping him take forward steps.

We now walk side by side; and we try to grasp the hands of our Father together as we travel His path toward the Sun.


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Dawne Biggs07/23/09
A good read. I relate to your story quite well.
diana kay07/27/09
I like the simplicity and warmth of this place.
Verna Mull 07/28/09
I love the tenderness and the insight to let go! Great job of relating this.