Drew has plans to attend Inter-varsity stuff at RIT tonight (he has such senioritis!) and needs to run an errand before heading out. No time for the two of us to celebrate his birthday. I myself have a million things to do trying to squeeze everything into the limited weekend hours so that during the week I can focus on work. Somehow, as he and I wave at each other in passing, it just doesn't seem right.
In fact, I cannot believe this boy is 18 already. On the one hand, he has seemed older all his life. People always think he is in college or even graduated from college. On the other hand, his impish face and boyish charm endears him to those he meets. I am so proud of him. In spite of all the bumps in his road, he has managed to maintain an even keel and progress normally.
He was, of course, my surprise child. I had finished with having children almost a decade before he made an appearance. But I fully understand how gracious God was to give me such an undeserved blessing. How could I have known back then what this child would come to mean? Others took my pregnancy to be a nuisance and inconvenience. After all, I had returned to college to complete a degree and was in mid-plan when he appeared. Popular opinion would have just terminated this impediment. I am grateful that such a thought was impossible for me, but I will admit that going to classes and dragging an infant around with me was not exactly a piece of cake.
Nonetheless, it did not do me in either. I'm sure it was hard for him too, being jostled about as I attended classes, putting up with oogling by tons of students, having to squeeze in lunch between hours of keeping quiet. No lying about the house quietly in some frilly bassinet for him! I took him everywhere I went - class, library, work and all. He managed. Perhaps it was even good training!
Now the shoe is on his foot. He drags me about as he does stuff, and I am happy to be with him, just as he used to be happy to be held for hours. I suspect it will be hardest to cut the apron strings with Drew. Not only is he the baby, but once he goes off to college, I will live by myself for the first time ever! Maybe that is why I feel so down about not spending time with him on his actual birthday even thought I know we will celebrate tomorrow.
Well, it is time he moves on with his life and stops being stuck with Mom. He should spend his birthday however he wants to. And who could argue with his choice? Good job!
In fact, I cannot believe this boy is 18 already. On the one hand, he has seemed older all his life. People always think he is in college or even graduated from college. On the other hand, his impish face and boyish charm endears him to those he meets. I am so proud of him. In spite of all the bumps in his road, he has managed to maintain an even keel and progress normally.
He was, of course, my surprise child. I had finished with having children almost a decade before he made an appearance. But I fully understand how gracious God was to give me such an undeserved blessing. How could I have known back then what this child would come to mean? Others took my pregnancy to be a nuisance and inconvenience. After all, I had returned to college to complete a degree and was in mid-plan when he appeared. Popular opinion would have just terminated this impediment. I am grateful that such a thought was impossible for me, but I will admit that going to classes and dragging an infant around with me was not exactly a piece of cake.
Nonetheless, it did not do me in either. I'm sure it was hard for him too, being jostled about as I attended classes, putting up with oogling by tons of students, having to squeeze in lunch between hours of keeping quiet. No lying about the house quietly in some frilly bassinet for him! I took him everywhere I went - class, library, work and all. He managed. Perhaps it was even good training!
Now the shoe is on his foot. He drags me about as he does stuff, and I am happy to be with him, just as he used to be happy to be held for hours. I suspect it will be hardest to cut the apron strings with Drew. Not only is he the baby, but once he goes off to college, I will live by myself for the first time ever! Maybe that is why I feel so down about not spending time with him on his actual birthday even thought I know we will celebrate tomorrow.
Well, it is time he moves on with his life and stops being stuck with Mom. He should spend his birthday however he wants to. And who could argue with his choice? Good job!
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