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.
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!
My family kindly indulged me on Family Movie Night a couple weeks ago, and were good with watching Mary Poppins Returns. My husband and I both agreed it was an excellent “throwback” movie, in the Disney style of musical, much like the original Mary Poppins. There was singing, there was dancing, there were bright and bold colors. Not a single supercalifragilisticexpialidocious could be found, however. That give me a tiny sad.
Regardless, it was a fun movie, and quite nostalgic, even though it was new.
At the end, I asked my son, who is 17, what he thought, since he’s never seen the original.
“Spoiler alert, Poppins is Thanos.”
Wow, I can’t believe it! Seventeen years with my joy-boy. I’m a blessed mom. 🙂
Love you, Beautiful Boy!
Mom: Well, men and women are just different, in a lot of ways …
Son: Yeah? Like how?
Daughter: Women have periods.
Son: Well, men have exclamation points. But mostly we have question marks.
That boy just cracks me up. 😀
Mom: What kind of soap do you want me to make?
Daughter: Orange scented flower shaped soap!
Son: Whatever you made last time is fine.
Mom: Last time I made you rain scented black soap.
Son: Yeah, that’s fine.
Mom: You don’t want to try something new? Like, pine scented green soap?
Son: No, I’m good with what I have.
Daughter: That means when you get out of the shower, you won’t smell like anything, you’ll just smell like you just got out of the shower, without BO.
Son: Perfect! I don’t want to smell like a tree, anyway.
This is why feminine floral, fruity scents and flower molds dominate the homemade soap industry, lol.
To my beautiful, amazing, wonderful, smart, funny, loving, kind, thoughtful, unselfish, helpful, ultrepic son —
I am so thankful that God gave you to us, that we get the joy of being your parents.
What a gift you are!
I hope your day is as awesome as you are!