I can't believe it's already here. It seems like just last week I would pick up my little boy and hold him out like he was flying with his arms streched out and he would fly around the house saying "Super Baby". Written words can't mimic the sound of his laugh or excitement as we went around and around. And when I sat him down he would come back with his hands reaching out to me and say "Super Baby", and we would do it all again. He really was a super baby, the kind of baby that makes you think "hey, this raising kids stuff is pretty easy, let's have another one." So now we have four children, each one special, and each one super. Next month my little boy will graduate from high school and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I seem to be doing both. I am so proud of the man that he has become. I wish for a second that I could pick him up and play super baby again and hold him in my arms so that nothing could get him, but now I have to let him go. If I have done my job as a father then he should be fine. He will leave our house this summer to attend college and I won't be there to make sure he gets up on time for class or gets his homework done or doesn't stay up to late. Maybe what makes me sad about him going is that I realize he doesn't need me so much anymore. After all He's not a super baby anymore, He is Superman!
