the sticky hand you once held and later instructed to hold your belt loop in the grocery store while you pushed the cart and held their baby sister is no longer there, even though in your mind you still see them running through the woods…. not letting their little sister win even once on the trail to the beach. you can hear their eight year old laugh. it's stuck there, in your heart. but time moves on…

sometimes easily, other times hard. you stumble through adolescents and then the teenage years. oh my do those years keep you busy, praying for wisdom. and patience.

they get taller than you. especially those boys.

they become men and you finally figure out what your own mama meant when she said she would always worry about you….

yes, just like that, they become grown ups.

happy 18th birthday to my big boy…. 




22 thoughts on “{eighteen}

  1. Such a gorgeous image. That day will come around far too fast for me too – I will savor these next 12 years. Wisdom and patience indeed. Blessings to you all for this next chapter.


  2. Your touching words reminded me of this:
    Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
    But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
    So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
    I’m rocking my baby. Babies don’t keep.
    – Ruth Hulburt Hamilton


  3. ouch. I am in the fear stage… fear that even though I do keep in mind that every moment is precious, it’s going to slip quickly anyway. He’s 11 and I see the young-man- to-come. It’s beautiful and hard to watch as it unfolds.


  4. oh, lovely words. eighteen?! my goodness. my oldest, my son, turned 10 this year… and that felt really crazy. it is all starting to go so fast now. i imagine eighteen is just around the corner. so bittersweet.


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