by - January 17, 2010

January 17, 1994.
This is the day my son was born.
He is 16 years old today.
I am the parent of a 16 year old.

I remember so well the day we brought him home from the hospital.
My husband and I drove down the driveway; telling him about his new home.
I remember so many times when he was small thinking, "What will he be like when he is older?" 
And now I know...

He is my son.

He is the person his Dad and I have raised.

He is the son I could not be more proud of.

I also remember talking to my Lynchburg sister when my son was a tiny baby about my fears of raising children as they grow older and become teenagers.  I knew all about kids...but teenagers. 

She told me that I didn't need to ever look way ahead, but to realize that I would grow myself as my children grew.  You know...she was exactly right.  I have never wished for time to go backwards, I have never dreaded the future, but I am finding that I enjoy each new day that life with my kids brings.

Happy Birthday Son!!!

You are sixteen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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