trying to get from one side of a suspended swinging rope bridge to the other side.
Leaving childhood, holding the rickety railing of youth, stretching for a grasp on adulthood.
Propped up on the safe stuffed tiger of childhood. Sometimes subdued, often surly, he vacillates between playful growling, ornery snarling and marking his own territory.
Linked to his lap top, detached from family, obsessed with sports and texting. Like a litter mate testing his limits, trying to be alpha dog, discarding old ways...and then, his girlfriend presents him with a present. He props that cute, stuffed puppy on his pillow and cuddles with his hopes and dreams.
Happy birthday to my grandson who was born almost two months premature and has grown into a strapping, muscular hunk. You should see his biceps. I am proud of this young man!
Since he was a little boy, he's always wanted a yellow fast car. I made his cake.
If only I could afford to give him a real Lamborghini.