It is such an odd thing having a child that is 18 years old. Legally he is considered a man, but he will always be my baby boy.
Will he make the right choices? Choose the path of a good man? Will he choose to be kind? Will he become a productive member of society?
All of these questions swirl around in my mind, as I am sure they do for all mothers at some point.
Sometimes when I look at him I see both that brilliant little, giggling, toe-headed toddler that he was and the six foot tall, dark haired man he is becoming. It makes my heart ache and swell at the same time.
This aging business is not an easy one, and parenting seems to create new and interesting challenges at each age level.
I guess all I can do is have faith that as parents, his Dad and I have done our best to teach him right from wrong- and hope that if he needs our guidance at any future point- that he is able to swallow his pride and do so, secure in the knowledge that we love him and will always try to do our level best for him and his younger sister.