My son. My oldest. He turns 18.
As I look back at his life I am astonished at first how fast it has come and gone and second how much I am blown away at who he is.
He is compassionate. He is funny. He loves his friends. He honors me. He cares what I think. He is strong and sure of himself. He is sensitive. He still asks for my opinion. He makes me laugh. He gives his best at everything he attempts, well mostly everything; being late to first hour doesn’t count. He is handsome. He makes me laugh. I would like him even if he wasn’t my kid. His beard color is a prediction that I WILL have red haired grand kids. He is comfortable with who he is.
On the eve of his 18th birthday, I am both saddened and excited about his future. I look forward to the decisions and direction that his life will take. I look forward to seeing how he will choose to use his abilities to build a career and life for himself. I hope that he will find the things in his life that bring him happiness.
I am saddened at how fast it went. I am saddened that I didn’t take more pictures. I wish I could take back the times I was a young frustrated mom with no idea what I was doing. I would love to go back and not worry so much about the little things and enjoy just who he is.
I am so grateful that he chose me to be his Mom. He has given me insight, strength and growth. He brings me happiness and pride that I never expected.
He is such a good human being.
I am so very proud of the man that he has become.
Happy Birthday Ty!