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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!