I can see the day my boy is so grown up that he gets on a plane and finds adventures of his own.
I can see the day he goes to his lover’s family for Christmas and when he rings me, I can hear them all in the background because it’s so quiet at my house.
I can see the day he finishes school and celebrates with his mates and not with me. I can see the weekend he doesn’t want me on the sidelines and the day he won’t kiss me goodbye.
If I squint, I can see him with children of his own.
But I just can’t see the day I’m gonna let him walk across to the bakery on his own.