I have a standing tradition of posting a blog on the birthday of each of my kids to celebrate their lives in a special way. In the past, I've included lots of pictures. I have thousands of pictures from their childhood days, school events, and family times to draw from.
Today I am faced with a dilemma.
It is unlike dilemma's I've faced in years past, such as whether or not it's time to potty-train
or what time to set a curfew for teenagers.
For the first time, this year, I feel like it isn't appropriate anymore to post pictures of my angel-faced little boy at different stages of childhood. BUT, at the same time, I also don't feel it's appropriate to brag about my grown-up son and how wonderful he is - not to mention how I just scrolled through my phone and don't have a single photo of Adam from the recent past.
The funny thing is this: I don't wish I could go back in time. I don't wish that my son was still a teenager struggling to find himself. I'm happy that Adam is a successful man who has a meaningful career, living in a city that he loves. I love that he's happy with himself and his life. I am proud of who he is and look forward to all the future has to offer him.
A wise person once said there are two important gifts a mother can give to her child. The first is roots. The second is wings.
Check.
Done.
Finito.
Since this is a birthday blog, I have one more thing to do before I'm done.
Adam, I have known you and loved you longer than any
other person on this earth - 27 years to be exact.
I wish you the happiest of days, today and always!
(see you next weekend!)
Love,
Mom
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