One day, little man, you will grow tall.
Tall like the trees.
Taller than you know.
Taller than you may think.
Taller than me, yes.
You, who I cradled and rocked.
Tickled and patted, laughed over and loved.
You, who I zipped into jackets
And wrestled little feet into boots time and time again.
One day, little man, you will trade in Lightning McQueen for a real red car.
One that may not race around the racetrack, but may go faster than you know.
You will go places.
Literally and figuratively.
All on your own.
All grown.
One day, little man, when you are grown tall,
There will be little men who look up to you.
As they grow tall like the trees,
They will invite you to play tackle football with all the seriousness six year olds can muster.
And I see you, little man grown tall, delighting in these little guys, making them feel seen and known.
Making them feel tall like the trees.
Each day, little man, we become.
We are formed always by people around us.
We speak life into others. We receive life from others.
We remember how people make us feel.
Keep on, little man grown tall.
Share kind words. Add laughter to life.
Look at those little guys and cause them to feel tall.
