blindbeth67
Day 202 ~ Emotional
On the day of my oldest son's 18th birthday, I remember thinking about what I felt like when I turned 18. As I dried my hair, it all of a sudden hit me, much like a sucker punch, that he was more or less through needing me.
And I cried.
It was the first time I remembered crying at what is usually a happy event. I've never been one of those mothers who cried at all the various milestones.
When my boys were babies and they first walked, it was amazing. I didn't cry. When my sons first started school, it was exciting. I didn't cry. When they lost their first tooth, it was fun playing the part of the Tooth Fairy. I didn't cry.
This evening, I worked on booking my youngest son's flight to college later in August.
And I cried.
Day 202 ~ Emotional
On the day of my oldest son's 18th birthday, I remember thinking about what I felt like when I turned 18. As I dried my hair, it all of a sudden hit me, much like a sucker punch, that he was more or less through needing me.
And I cried.
It was the first time I remembered crying at what is usually a happy event. I've never been one of those mothers who cried at all the various milestones.
When my boys were babies and they first walked, it was amazing. I didn't cry. When my sons first started school, it was exciting. I didn't cry. When they lost their first tooth, it was fun playing the part of the Tooth Fairy. I didn't cry.
This evening, I worked on booking my youngest son's flight to college later in August.
And I cried.