A walk down memory lane

As I sit here this morning going through the 100's of pictures on Photobucket and Flickr, I realized something. My oldest will be 18 in six months. Please pick me up off the floor. I'm still trying to figure out where all the time has gone. It seems like yesterday that he was starting kindergarten with a broken thumb, getting stitches in the chin for the fifth time or even getting his heart broken by the "first" girlfriend.

He's mama's boy. We've been through so much over the years together and he's never doubted me once. It's amazing how the bond of a mother and son is so strong.

At one point in my life he was shorter than me. Am I shrinking? Because I know he's not growing up...he's not allowed. Kids aren't supposed to grow up. They are supposed to stay innocent, sweet, never talk back...who am I kidding.

He has to grow up. He's needs to take care of me when I'm old and decrepit right? That's why we have kids :)


Then he drove. I aged 10 years in the one sentence. "Here you go Mr. Matt, you are now a licensed driver." The car. Buying his first car was worse then a woman shopping for shoes. This is his baby, his pride and joy. Sometimes you would of thought he birthed this car himself.


So now I sit here, 6 months and I get to plan an 18th birthday party. Right after is graduation. I think that is where it's going to hit me the most. He'll be graduating. Done with school. No longer the little boy that needs mommy to walk him to class. No longer the little boy that needs to hold mommy's hand while crossing the street.

He has grown into a man. He's now my 6'4", 165lb little boy that still does want mommy when he doesn't feel good. I hope some things never change.