Today is my son's birthday. Flash is turning 14, and I can barely believe it. He's growing taller, his shoulders are getting wider, his voice is getting deeper.
He's interested in sports, not superheroes. He has his own opinions, his own interests, his own world. It's getting harder to see the little boy that was and easier to see the man that will be.
Sometimes I miss my baby so much.
But then he puts his head on my shoulder and hugs me. And for just a moment, I have my little boy back again.
Happy Birthday, Flash. And thank you. Because I really love being your mother.
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