My birthday was more than 2 months ago. My birthday has never, ever bothered me. Not my 25th, not my 30th, not my 35th…and I don’t believe my 40th will even bother me when that rolls around.
No, MY birthday has never bothered me. But when my oldest baby has his birthday, now that always gets me. How can I possibly have a baby? How can my baby be starting school? How is my baby suddenly a teenager? My baby is in high school??? What??? Those are the questions I have had throughout the years.
This month has come as a major blow to my “I’m still a young pup” attitude. My baby-baby (that would be my youngest) had his high school visit with his 8th grade class. Tomorrow we have what the school is calling Spring Fling. Parents and students going to the high school for a type of orientation and to start scheduling their classes for next year. How is my baby-baby starting high school?!? Crazy! But the biggest thing…my oldest baby, Josh, turned 18 last week! Yep, my baby is an adult. Wasn’t I just lamenting that he was starting kindergarten?
This time in my life is so bittersweet. I am so proud of the man Josh has become, but so sad that he’s ready to leave the nest. Isn’t this what we prepare them for? How wonderful that he is self-sufficient and I know he will be able to take care of himself. How terrible that I won’t see that face every day. That I won’t hear that voice and have his smart-ass banter to make me laugh.
So, this is what being a mom is all about. Has there ever been a better job in the world? I think not.
To close, this is my baby swimming fly during Senior Night…his last home meet of the season back in February. To everyone else he may look like a man already, I still see my baby boy.