My boy

It often baffles me when I think that I am responsible for raising another human being.

Fourteen years ago last month, my son's dad and I walked into the hospital anticipating the moment when the boy would FINALLY make his debut. That kid decided to be almost two weeks late. He's still as stubborn and hard headed today...

 

I never expected when I went into the hospital that morning in April that I would be raising a boy on my own just eight months later. 

It hasn't been easy.

I've made lots of mistakes.

The kid has inherited my former teenage mouth and some of my former teenage attitude.

But, I am so blessed to have such a great kid who is growing into a wonderful young man.

He's smart, funny, active, and a natural leader.


He has big dreams and I know just from being his mom these past fourteen years that he's capable of fulfilling every goal he puts his mind to.

His birthdays are becoming bittersweet for me. As each year approaches, I know the days of him depending on me are getting shorter. But, I also know God has a wonderful plan laid out for his life.

He absolutely made my mother's day by giving me the biggest hug...it doesn't happen often anymore.



I'm looking forward to what the next years will bring.