There's a point at which you realize your "little man" has become, well, a man. This summer, Charlie finally passed me in height. Just by a hair, mind you, and if I wear even a 1" heel, we're on even ground, but it's one of those milestones where there's no looking back. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, since everyone tells me the teenage years are a nightmare. But I can't help but love this kid, who is is, and who he is going to be.