Today is my son’s 18th birthday. (It is also my sister’s birthday, and my nephew’s… and mine was yesterday. Whew! Busy couple of days!) It is one of the those bittersweet occasions. I am happy for my adult son, but my little boy is no more. I only have one more in the nest, so I am a little melancholy… but quite frankly, I’m also a little relieved.
Today I was thinking about where my son Bailey is right now in life. He just finished school (although he does have a credit recovery course to take this summer). He doesn’t really know what he wants to do with his life. The internal pressure must be great, and the possibilities are endless. Coming of age is exciting and a little scary.
It has been interesting watching my children grow and change. Interestingly enough, I notice that I am really no different from them. I am constantly evolving. I am still learning new things. And I am still exploring new possibilities.
So as my son moves into adulthood, I hope he finds something he loves to do and that he gets paid well to do it. I hope he surrounds himself with people who love him and will encourage him (so far, so good). I hope he honors himself by taking care of his health. And I hope he is appreciative of everything, especially life itself.
Happy Birthday, Bailey!