I don't want to!

Last night was a little bit of a sappy night for little man. He went to bed on time for once, and upstairs in his room. I read him 2 books at his request. And he didn't want the TV on this time. Strange but ok. He had taken his pill already and was yawning. So after books, I kissed him good night and walked downstairs. For about 30 minutes, daddy and I could hear him pacing back and forth and stomping around. Finally he came down and said he was thirsty. So glass of water in hand he headed back upstairs. Then again we hear him pacing back and forth. And again he came downstairs.....crying. I asked him what was wrong and got the normal "I don't want to talk about it." Ok, now I'm out of bed. We sit on the stairs and he says "Promise not to tell." I said of course I won't (I know I'm breaking that promise right now and of course I told daddy.) He looked at me with these teary eyes that looked so sad and said "I just can't believe that I am growing up!" I was a little taken back by that. Quick think of something to say. "Honey, thats ok you are supposed to grow up so that you can learn to do new things,  and get more privileges in life." Then he said what every parent loves at this points (but would dread at 25 or more) "I just don't want to leave here. I want to stay with you and dad." "Oh baby, you aren't going anywhere for a long time. I promise you have at least 12 years before you I will want you to leave. AT least!" So he took my hand and brought me upstairs with him. I sat on the edge of his bed and got him to finally calm down. He finally fell asleep. As I was sitting there watching him, I STARTED TO CRY! My baby is growing up! And I only have 12 years before he will want to spread his wings and leave me......where is the time going? I love you so much little man. Sleep well.