When suddenly you're living with a dude in the house, instead of a squealing little boy

This boy grew up too fast, I can't keep up.

I keep tab of his height and yet

When did it happen?

Where before I looked down

As he grabbed my leg when I walked

Demanding to be carried

On a piggy-back ride

Now I rely on him

To reach for stuff from

The top cupboard in the kitchen.

My mommy duties are almost

At its tail-end

But we both still cling to

The idea that it will still be

A long way to go.

My Baby Boy @ Nineteen