Somehow, even though he was born just a few months ago (surely it’s only been a few months!) my son is turning eighteen today. I have a mama’s pride in him, I admit, but he’s one of the funniest and smartest people I know.
To give you a small example from a few weeks ago:
son: Do you have any questions of the universe you need answered, mom?
me: You’ve got it all figured out, have you?
son: I think I do. (said seriously to goad his mom)
me: Well, you’re doing better at almost 18 than I did! (laughing)
son: So, questions?
me: How come, at my age, I don’t know myself better? (This’ll stump him, haha!)
son: Because life’s not about knowing yourself, it’s about knowing others.
Check. Mate.
From the beginning I have said we’re lucky he lets us raise him.
And if I don’t stop walking down memory lane, and wipe these mama-tears away, it’ll be another 18 years before I get his cake decorated!
Happy Birthday, Beautiful BoyYoung Man! I could not be more proud of you and thankful for the chance to be your mom! I love you!
Vanessence 