It is so hard to believe that in just two short days that my baby will be 18. I sit back and see those around me that are just starting their families or adding to them and I think I am so glad I don't have to deal with the baby stuff anymore. But then I look at my son is going to be an adult and i wish I could get some of those times back. The days where he would sit on my lap and cuddle or look at me with his goofy smile and I would know that he is getting into something. The days of trying to work on school papers while holding him are long gone, though the skill of typing with one hand are still there.
Watching him go off to his first day of school and wonder where the time went, but knowing that I would be the one he comes home to at the end of the day and that he would still need his mommy's help. In just a few short months he will be going off to college, not coming home to tell me about his day. But navigating this thing called life pretty much on his own. Yes I will still be there for him, but I now must stand on the sidelines and wait for him to come to me.
