|Isn't he a good-lookin' thing? Takes after his mama!|
Now, I know you're thinking, "How can this be? She's so young, so full of life. She can't be much more than 18 herself!"
|No really, you ARE thinking that, RIGHT???|
But no, I am the parent of an 18 year old, and I didn't really have him at the age of 6. And if you're thinking this is shocking, imagine how I feel.
It seems like just yesterday that I was holding this tiny little baby with tufts of black hair in my arms. Boy, was I scared. I mean, I could've DROPPED that bundle...like on the floor...which wasn't clean...because I'm a horrible housekeeper and always was. Where did that last 18 years go? It sure went by fast.
But I hope that he has a few years of fun left before he's saddled with the drudgery that most of us adults face: bills, family responsibilities. You know--pay your bills, go to work, raise your children, die.
Ok, maybe not. After all, he's 18, and he don't know what he wants.
But I know what I want for him. A good life.