I remember when he was almost that tiny. When he'd ball up in a fetal position – like newborn babies tend to do - I could hold him on my chest, his bum with one hand, his head under my chin. We'd cuddle for hours like that.
Now the kid is 14 and 6'4" and I can't even remember the last time I could hold him, but I'm pretty sure it's been quite a while.
I hardly know what to do with a teenager, to be honest. It's not like I've been the parent of one before! For his sake, and for mine, I'm trying to remember what it was like to be his age, when I knew just about everything. I do distinctly remember wanting more freedom and wanting to be treated as an adult.
The thing is, he's still that little puppy to me.
He has so much yet to learn, can't possibly be set loose yet, and is still just a baby.