Twenty-Five

If I had to name an age where I first felt like a real adult,  I'd have to say it was when I was twenty-five years old.  At age 25,  I had been working at my first job for a few years and I was newly married (one month).  It was a time when I had many of the responsibilities of an adult, but without the cares of a house or children. It was a pretty sweet time of life.

My son, Adam, turned twenty-five yesterday.  I think parents always see the "child" in their children, no matter what their age.  However, I have to say he seems more and more adult-like with each passing day.

On Thursday, Annie went to visit Adam and spent a normal workday with him at the  school where he teaches.

 I would have liked to be there to see Adam on the job, interacting with his students, but it would be slightly embarrassing for him to have his mom observing his classes!
Having his sister there was so much nicer!

At my request,  Annie took a few pictures for me.

  

Waiting for the subway.

Crossing the street to his school.

Preparing for his day.

Unfortunately, since the students aren't allowed to have cell phones in school,  Annie refrained from using hers when the students were there.  

I don't have pictures, but Annie told us so much about her day.  She loved her interactions with the kids, and tried to find out what they thought of her brother as a teacher.  She told us she had expected Adam to have a "teacher persona" - a little bit tougher demeanor or a little bit more authoritative tone of voice.  However, she was wrong.  Adam was exactly the same with his students as he is with everyone else.  Adam was just Adam. 

I think the kids can spot when a teacher genuinely loves his job and genuinely cares for his students, because Annie observed that Adam's students seem to really like him.  I'm not surprised.

Adam came home to celebrate his birthday last night.  

The whole family was at home.  

Kerry came over early and helped me with the cooking, since she hasn't begun her new job yet.

Ginger chicken, fried rice, potato salad, sweet potatoes, veggies...

and a few libations.

Adam had requested an ice cream cake, 

which I made - and Kerry decorated.

He opened his gifts - shirt, tie, gift cards, but one gift was very unique.

Grandma Alice repurposed a joke gift (t-shirt) that Adam had given her

for Christmas and made it into a pillow!

Adam has this week off from school and is spending a little bit

of time at home before heading back to the city.  It's nice to have

him home with us for a while.

He can take a break from the adult world for a few days.

We will cook for him and let him sleep as long as he wants.

I remember what it was like to go home to my parent's house.

No matter how old I was, the

responsibilities of adulthood were eased

when I was there with my mom and dad.

Happy Birthday, Adam!