Fourteen years ago today I became a mother and my life changed forever. It’s hard to believe he’s that old, but here we are. I’m so grateful there’s still some good in him after all my mistakes (and many more to come, I’m sure).
We had a beautiful evening and he spent the time hanging out with his friends.
Today was also the last day of school. He’s done with 8th grade and on to 9th. Wow. A freshman? That always seemed so far away and suddenly it’s reality. It’s been a tough year but I’m proud of him. I’m proud of the areas in which he’s begun to chip away at his weaknesses, proud of him for doing things that are difficult for him, proud of him for believing in himself when many others didn’t. He’s a great young man.
A great young man who prefers pinching his candles instead of blowing them out. He makes me laugh.
Happy Birthday, son!