I am the mother of a brilliant eight-year-old boy. His name is Daniel and I love him very much. He has this beautiful blond hair that always smells like coconut. When he smiles, his sweet little eyes disappear in his cheeks and his smile becomes so contagious that you can’t help but smile back at him. When we are out and about, I constantly get compliments about how cute and adorable my Daniel is.
Raising a boy is a scary blessing. It is like a big countdown from when your child grows from this cute little person into a threatening weapon. well, my baby boy may hate violence, may not believe in carrying weapons or even fighting.
I wish time would slow down. Not only because I want to cherish these sweet moments of his childhood, but also because I know that it’s only a matter of time before I can no longer protect this beautiful blond boy from the ignorant people that will see him as a weapon of mass destruction.
How much longer do I have before my 8-year-old son grows from cute to a threat?
This is a question I constantly ask myself.