An example of impermanence and loss of attachment

My youngest son Garrett now stands on the threshold of manhood. He has BO (body odor). Up until now, he could play basketball until he was dripping with sweat, but still smelled sweet like a baby. I hugged him yesterday and noticed an unmistakable aroma. He smells like a sweaty little man. The lesson of impermanence is that he is no longer my baby, I am okay with it. I used to avoid the thought of him growing up, as he is our last child (unless something is in my destiny that I don't know about). My lack of attachment to him staying little is good; he is healthy and growing like a weed. It is truly a blessing. Now for Alex to start shaving soon, ahhh!