My baby turned 15 yesterday. Again, the usual blah, blah, blah about time flying. Yep, fifteen years ago yesterday I was having my last child.
I really like the kid. And I appreciate the man he is becoming. He is smart, funny, talented, thoughtful and kinda cute. I was quite miserable the last few weeks of the pregnancy but all- in-all (up to this point, anyway) well worth the pain.
It does seem as if I spend more one-on-one time with him than I did with the other two. But maybe that’s just how it goes with the youngest. He is still dependent on me to drive him places. And I’m good with that. And then there’s all the “this is the last time I will ever…” so I tend to savor the moments.
It also seems like he was never young, this man-child son of mine. He was sort of thrown into the mix and maybe that’s the way it goes with the youngest as well. In spite of my inadequacies as a parent, I think he’ll be alright.
We are on a mini vacay this week and yesterday was filled with cleaning condos and offices. We did squeeze in time to go to dinner, have some cake and give a gift or two. I didn’t have time to write a blog in honor of him. So here it is.
I love my kids. They are the greatest joys and gifts of my life. I am honored to be their mother and happy to celebrate my youngest child.
This one’s for you, kid.