My son is sixteen today. I feel very accomplished.
I thought, now he has achieved this milestone, that I would somehow feel older. The honest truth is- I don’t. I’m rapidly heading toward the “Over the Hill” birthday, and yet I still feel like an awkward and nerdy sixteen-year-old myself. Does that ever go away? The pimples never did, despite everyone saying they would. I can admit this in public, because we all know it’s true.
The way I used to fret over this one freakish hair that sometimes grew on my chin. Pfffft. I was so naive.
All of this sounds depressing, but I’m not depressed at all. I’m so proud, for whatever reason, I feel like I should be handed some sort of award. Look at me! Look at what I’ve done! This overshadows the pride I felt the day he was born…and that was some crazy pride because he was the cutest baby that ever was.
I am now mother to a man. A man who is taller than I am. Who drives. Who flies. Who volunteers. Who makes tacos. Who thinks and plans more about his future than I EVER did.
If only this little man did his homework more consistently….but we will work on that!