My eldest has turned twenty today. The first of my five children to have crossed over from the teen years into ?????? adulthood.
I was only six months older than him when I gave birth to him. Those good old years when I was still naive enough to think I knew everything.
Not much has changed since yesterday. My son is still an amazing person with a great heart. A person who can also at times behave a bit like a spoiled child. (Can you tell that I am still annoyed about him not giving me a kiss hello the other night because he was too tired and needed to go to bed. Uh huh, that extra two seconds of sleep is going to make a real big difference. On the other hand, he is probably nicer than I was at his age....)
To answer my own question, no it's not any better that my eldest is not a teen anymore. Aside from it meaning that I am getting older, as any parent will attest to, as much as you love and trust your kids, you always have that little special part in your heart to think and worry about and for them.
So Happy 20th Birthday kiddo.
Your smile lights up any room. (No matter what you are wearing.)
Your sense of style is all your own.
(Since I am not taking credit for the less than successful, I won't take credit for the successful either.)
You might see the world from your own unique vantage point.
But you know how much you are loved and you know how proud we are of you.
May you find your way in life. A path that brings you joy, serenity, peace, love, health, wealth and of course the dream car you have been pining for since you were three. (No, sorry, we didn't buy you a car for your birthday.)
And for now, enjoy thinking that you know everything.
I will now head off to drown my sorrows at growing old.
Susie @ NewDayNewLesson