David, my oldest kiddo, is celebrating his 18th birthday today. He’s also graduating from high school on Friday. Needless to say, I’m a muddled mess this week. We have a tradition in our house where we put up a birthday sign on the front door– it’s the first thing the kids see when they come down the stairs on their birthday.
The hubby put up this sign:
I guess it’s a male thing to achieve adulthood, but for a mom, it’s just a reminder of how-too-quickly motherhood comes to pass. David has been looking forward to this monumental birthday, rejoicing in the “adult” status. As for me, I’m trying to juggle the flip flop of emotions that are swirling inside of me. I wrote about it in the Chicago Tribune TribLocal, which was printed in last week’s newspaper:
From Birth to Graduation, Just Like That
Do you remember those Tom and Jerry cartoons when you were little– the scenes where Tom would chase Jerry and leaving him spinning in a circle–not knowing what hit him? Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel today. The years went by so fast– that I’m still dizzy from the whirlwind.
Happy Birthday, Dave! I love you! You may be legally an adult today, but you’re still my baby. May your day be an amazing one!
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3 responses to “He’s Legally an Adult, But He’s Still My Baby”
So sorry for your loss. I hope your healing continues quickly. I love the story of your blackbird. I think God sends us little messages like that to let us know we’re being taken care of. 🙂
~Michelle
Happy Birthday to David! And, Happy Birth Day to you, Karen! (Bright side: Now you can start charging him rent! haha!)
I will soon be 53, and my mother still calls me “her baby.”