I sometimes wish you were still small.
Not yet so big and strong and tall.
For when I think of yesterday.
I close my eyes and see you play.

I often miss that little boy
Who pestered me to buy a toy,
Who filled my days with pure delight
From early morn to late at night.

We watch our children change and grow
As seasons come then quickly go.
But our God has a perfect plan
To shape a boy into a man.

Today my son I’m proud of you
For all the thoughtful things you do.
I’ll love you till my days are done.
And I’m so grateful you’re my son.

by Larry Howland



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10 thoughts on “Sons

  1. As mother of two grown sons, this is so very true.

  2. Mmm, seems to be a run on sons at the moment. Seeing them off into the world and finding their way. A moment to be sad, happy, excited and fearful of what they’ll find, but know we have done our best so they can.
    Great post πŸ˜€

  3. Don says:

    I have sons and I so identified with your words. You brought a lump to my throat. Thank you.

  4. So true, Raising my sons has taught me how tough their exteriors are but how soft their hearts are.

  5. Chris Karas says:

    Great post! Best wishes to your boy!

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