Yesterday was Tristan’s 19 birthday. 19……… where oh where have all those 19 years gone I asked myself that morning as I was busying myself with my early morning chores before having to rudely awaken the younger two boys for school.
I thought back to that special day in 1996 when I was a few days from turning 18 myself. The thoughts and feelings on being a very young Mom and the fears of not being able to be a “proper-mom“. So many expectations of myself and those that others expected from me…. All of those fears seemed like a surreal life time ago. Yet, here we are, and that little bundle born on the first day of spring is now a mature and handsome young man.
I posted a photo on my facebook profile with the description “So proud to call myself Mom to this young man.” simple and short. But, really, in truth there is so much more.
All those hugs where my arms wrapped around his whole body as a baby and then around his shoulders as a child have now turned. This child of mine is now a young man and where my hugs once lovingly cocooned him, his now engulf me.
I am proud, I am so very blessed.
Happy birthday to my T.