Seeing Is Believing

I can not believe the boy who fills his bed, is my little Drew.  His head rests on his pillow and his feet continue to creep further and further to the end.  I can’t believe the little boy who once couldn’t find his voice is learning to read and write.  I can not believe he not only answered the door on Halloween, but asked each child, “Do you like Snickers?” before carefully selecting one and dropping it in their bag.  Girls got 2…one lucky young lady got 3.  I can’t believe how red his face got when her friend teased her about it.  “oh, he likes you!”  I can’t believe how he calmly closed the door and looked up at me, smiled, and explained that she looked pretty.

Every once in a while his teacher sends me an email.  I can’t believe how much they surprise me.  I should know him.  I shouldn’t be shocked to hear that he learned how to lie.  I shouldn’t be laughing at my desk at his latest Drewism because I’ve heard him make the same comments before.  But I do.  I laugh, I gasp and I beam with pride.  I sometimes fill with frustration but usually, I smile and dream of the moment when I walk in the door.  He will yell my name and run to give me my hug.   My boy, so big yet so little.  So different but still the same.  I see him as others do now, but he will always be the boy I know better than anyone.