13…
Today, my baby turns 13. He’s thrilled. I’m not so much. Frankly, him turning 13 makes me feel older than me turning 40. But whatcha gonna do?
I’m so crazy proud of how well this kid is turning out that I don’t know what to do. He seems to be holding his own despite the fact that I am completely winging this mama thing with him. I’m just making this up as I go… grateful all the way that God seems to be giving me what I need as I go. I’m a better person now than I was 13 years ago because of the experiences I’ve had as Griff’s mother. I’m more compassionate, more aware of the needs of other people, more hopeful.
I can hardly wait to see where the next 13 years take us. My prayer is that in 13 years, and 13 after that, and 13 after that… that he will still want to hang with me periodically, that he will still call his mama, will still enjoy me. Because I cannot imagine a moment when I will not love him with an unbridled ferocity.
Happy 13th Birthday to the child who made me a mother.
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Hey there Chel - sympathizing more than you can imagine. My oldest turned 13 in April and then promptly took off on a 9 day school trip to the east coast and Washington D.C. Nothing makes you feel older than your baby being old enough to fly across the country and tour 3 states without you. Happy B-Day to Griff!