SOO my youngest will be 21 in a few months. I think that I have a lot of thinking to do. I love my boys, oh GOD, do I love my boys, but they aren’t boys any more, not anymore. I am so proud of all of them. They have chosen their paths, and while those paths may not have been what I had hoped for them, those paths weren’t for me to choose to begin with. None the less, I am proud they, my boys, have persevered, have “stuck with” the paths that they have chosen for themselves. They aren’t boys anymore, no not anymore. I have to let them go. They are MEN now; they are my men. Just doesn’t sound the same, but damn they are good men. I have to accept that they are no longer children. I told my youngest: remind me when I say “I love my boys.” that I should say, “I love my young men.” I have to let you go, and I need your help with that. “Yeah, whatever…” They are already gone, I just hadn’t noticed yet.
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