“While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is about.” ~ Erma Bombeck
When he folded his large frame back into the car, I caught a glimpse of the five-year-old boy he used to be, whom then transformed into this young man sitting next to me and I have no idea how this happened. In a few short months he will be reaching a new milestone as he crosses that threshold into adulthood (well, an adult in legal terms accompanied by privileges, as well as, other serious implications—old enough to vote, and old enough to die for our country) and I wonder why I am afraid.
Why is it hard to witness these new milestones in his life when I had no problems with the other firsts—first tooth, first word, first day of Kindergarten, but first dates, first kisses, and graduating from high school ties me up in knots? Maybe, it’s because motherhood started with him, or maybe it’s not he, but I, who is not ready to grow up.