To my first born, the day he turns six

Looking at you now, I can hardly believe you were a baby. Those memories are still as precious today as they were all those years back, but that gorgeous baby seems so far removed from you.

Your head almost comes up to my chest, your legs are much longer than my arms. Was there really a time not so long ago when all of you fitted into one hand?

Your questions challenge my intellect. Your knowledge catches me by surprise. You have already acquired skills that are alien to me.

You came from within me, but you are so much bigger than I could ever be.

Fly my little baby. Fly high. Your mother will always be around when you want to come back home to roost.