Tuesday our baby boy turned 18. He’s excited and glad although he’s to “cool” to show it or to tell mom. I remember well the night/day he was born. I didn’t know how much love I would feel when they put him in my arms. I remember thinking that I was going to be one of those proud parents you see pushing the carts at Wal-Mart.

You know the ones, you can spot them from a mile away. Cart, baby carrier, huge smiles and eyes that make contact with every person passing by, daring or begging them to look at the baby. Give them a few weeks. They will be the parent pushing the cart, baby carrier, hollow-eyes, frazzled looking hair checking out all the aisles that might have something to give the baby to make it quit crying. After a couple more years they will be the parent standing outside in the parking lot at school watching their little one go inside. Trying to act like they are not wiping tears from their eyes.

Our son is 18. He will graduate from high school in May. We have encouraged him to follow his dreams but to back them up with education. No longer can I make him do what I want…I can only hope he has learned life’s lessons well and will make good choices.

Excuse me while I go take allergy medicine, I seem to be getting watery eyes. 🙂