My son turned 18 in February and graduated in May. To say these months have been challenging is the understatement of the century. First and foremost, there is the whole payback thing. You know, where I get paid back for all the crappy things I did to my parents. I know I deserve some of it. But that’s another story.
Dealing with the fact that I suddenly don’t get a say so in most things anymore has been very hard to deal with. I realize he is getting older and has to make his own decisions but its seems like it happened so fast. One minute your joking that you can’t wait for them to be 18 so you can get rid of them and the next its really happenening and all you want is a PAUSE button.
I have faith in him. I know he will do good things with his life but that doesn’t seem to make it any easier. I worry A LOT. It’s what mom’s do best afterall. I’m simplifying this post… There is so much more I want to say but I just can’t find the right words. Soon enough I will be going through this with my daughter. Although, I admit to the world that there is a double standard for her. Hey, I don’t make up the rules, I just play by them when it suits me. I’m anything if not honest.