Growing Up

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On September 14th, my son left the teen years and officially became 20 and I became the mom of a 20 year old.  What?  I’m the mom of a 20 year old.  When did that happen?  It seems like it was just barely the day he was born.  Two weeks late.  But when he finally arrived, it didn’t lack drama.  All day labor, failed forceps delivery try and I ended up delivering C-Section.  And he has made life entertaining ever since.

This boy used to make me drive in the car everyday looking for horses and diggers when he was little.  His favorite thing to watch was Thomas the Tank Engine and we would watch it everyday, over and over again.  We used to go to the zoo to go see the polar bears and monkeys.  He loved to go to grandma and grandpa’s house and play with his trucks.

This boy has quite a personality and sense of humor.  He is a big tease and a sensitive soul.  He loves animals and snowboarding and Frisbee golf.  He can crack a joke and make me smile.  I love this boy and am proud to be his mom, even if he has made me the mom of a 20 year old.