Little boy no more

Last night, I noticed that my boy's voice cracked while giving instructions to his dad about a video game they were both crazy about. I really did not mind it when I again noticed that his voice is now a bit deeper than before. Then it dawned on me, "OMG! He is slowly turning into a man! My little boy no more!"

I stared at him, this big bundle of joy who used to be curled up under the baby blanket as I hummed a lullaby. He is taller than me now, after only 12 years (he's turning 13 on February 5). Still fascinated with cars but no longer the little toy ones he used to have several years back. It's now racing cars in video games. He no longer clings to my arms whenever he learns that I will go to the mall. He prefers to stay home and play basketball with his set of friends, thank you. I can no longer kiss him goodbye in front of his classmates. "Sa car lang, mama!"

I feel that I am slowly, slowly losing my boy to the adult world. I know  I still have around eight years before that  happens but I am beginning to feel the loneliness. Last night, I really hugged him tight. I had to. For tomorrow, he may prefer some other arms to hug him tight by then.