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

TITLE: Final Season
By Sarah Heywood
07/22/09


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Final Season


Fifteen years ago I gave birth to my first son. He was a big baby, as far as babies go, weighing in at a hefty 9lbs, 3oz. But his entire head still fit in the palm of my hand and his newborn clothes that I had waited for so long to dress him up in, swallowed him completely. But, like all babies do, he grew too fast and soon he was rolling and then crawling around. But at night, hed still snuggle in my lap and he fit just perfectly in the curve of my arms. Wed rock and rock and watch the moonbeams make patterns on the wall.

And then he grew some more and soon had plenty to say to me. Hed follow his dad around, plastic tools in hand, and I felt a pang as I knew that he now he was beginning to separate from me. But hed still let me hug him and at night hed always want a kiss before bedtime. More often than not, hed end up crawling into bed with me before morning arrived. Wed snuggle and Id inhale his sweet scent, hoping I would be able to recall it later on, but knowing I never would.

I can still see him on his first day of school, with his red shirt and brand new jeans. He was so excited to go, but willingly let me kiss him good-bye and even slipped a kiss in his pocket for later. The next year he would only kiss me after looking around to make sure none of his friends were watching. The year after that he would consent only to a wave. My heart ached, but I knew this was the way it must go.

The years rolled into one another - birthday parties, bugs, ER trips, baseball games, vacations, pets, Christmases, school - and he grew. At times my heart wistfully remembered the sweet baby, now fully an active, tow-headed boy. But yet, each stage of life brought new enjoyment, too, and I didnt miss my baby too much. Not usually, anyway.

But now - now its different. Standing in my kitchen is this man. But hes not a man - yet. But the boy is gone. Hes suddenly taller than I am and much stronger. His face has broadened and his voice has deepened. Hes what they call an adolescent, a teenager. I suppose he is that. My food bill and the vibrations from his stereo through my kitchen ceiling can attest to that ! Very soon he will complete the growing journey and be fully a man.

This stage of life is the last one. Oh, there will be other stages as he transports through his college years into young adulthood, marriage, early fatherhood, middle-age, and then the winter of his life. But this stage, adolescence, is the last one where I get a front row seat. After this stretch, as he crosses the bridge from being a boy to becoming a man, he wont be mine anymore. More than likely, another woman will become the center of his attention, which is as it should be. And even if that should not happen, parents tend to take their final bow as the child fully enters adulthood. Knowing this, I am savoring these sweet, lingering days of adolescence when my boy is still my boy - for just a few more seasons.


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Joanne Sher 07/26/09
What wonderful descriptions you've put here! I can feel your mother's heart so vividly poured out on the page. That growth is amazing to watch. I have yet to have my kids in the same "season" you do, but I can see it coming. Thank you for this perspective.
diana kay07/27/09
lovely and beautifully written.