My Boy is a Man

"I've got a baby
His name is David ...
that's my man,
that's my man."

A little made-up, Toni-original, lullaby ditty I've been singing to my oldest male child since he was maybe 2 months old, and which he still sings along with whenever I do (usually just to tease him, but sometimes when he's down or not feeling well, too) -- and now it's really TRUE. See, my boy, my little man, my oldest male 'child', turned 21 this past Wednesday. Eesh. Blimey. Shite. TWENTY-ONE!! Well, that's a big deal, to my way of thinking, one of those transitional things, A Passage - he's a man. So I splurged, bought him some gym clothes, since that is his abiding passion (basketball, basketball, basketball). 2 pair o'shorts, 2 T-shirts, a pair of sandals, all Retro Jordan. He just came in all decked out in one of the new outfits. Believe it or not, the rhinestone BLING on this shirt (which I admit had me pretty worried -- was it too girly? too non-testosterone?) was his favorite thing! Oh yea, there's that smile. The smile that turns Mom to buttuh! Listen, Man-Child o'Mine ... you're still my baby, and now you're my man, too. I love you SOOOOOOOOOO MUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!