I remember one time I was watching my son play with one of his friends and I just started crying. I didn't want him to see, so I went inside, but I couldn't stop crying. It was just that I realized at that moment how much he's grown up and how much more he was going to grow up. I realized that he wasn't going to need me much longer, and that one day he was going to leave home. Aside from my husband, he was all that I had, and I didn't want to lose him. Things never really were the same after that and my son started to rebel. But he never stopped being my boy.