I knew this day was coming, and I was OK with it, and even excited and happy some of the time, but as I was standing in Target trying to find an appropriate card for my son I could not even look at the sentimental cards. I would start to tear up, so I had to go to the lame humor section so I could avoid hysterical crying in Target. By the way, is it me, or are the cards now days ridiculously stupid? they are filled with gross humor, that is not funny or witty. I was not sad that he was turning 21, it was how much in awe I have become of my own son. When did that happen? I remember two incidents that occurred recently that triggered in my mind that he is very capable and had things under control. I will not disclose those two incidents on this blog post, but his reaction and my witnessing of his quiet capabilities left me with the proud feeling that he is under control, and can be counted on. Success…..from a parents point of view, great success. Happy Birthday Sweet Son.
P.S. Notice youngest child’s subtle bid for attention!
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