Words are NOT enough

A friend of mine once called me a wordsmith. It is a nice compliment, but it realistically and simply means that I may be better at putting together two words than her other friends!

For the last few days, I have been struggling to write about an upcoming 18^th birthday. I am quite overwhelmed with emotion and can’t seem to find the right words to describe it all. It is true that we could be prepared for a moment; eventually get there, and realize that we are not really prepared for it!

ASid turns 18 tomorrow, Thursday, August 22^nd.

18 is the age of majority in Ontario and that means ASid will legally be considered an adult. It is amazing how overnight one goes from being a child to an adult!

On this momentous birthday, I want ASid to know that I am very gratified with the way he has turned out. He is most definitely not perfect, but who is?! He has been a great kid and I know he will be a wonderful adult. ASid is ready for the next chapter in his life and I can’t wait to find out what he does.

A very happy birthday baby boy!

I will miss our morning conversations. I will miss you gaming with your little brother. I will miss your friends walking in and out of our home. I will miss your emotional outbursts … maybe not that much!

As you adjust and adapt to campus life and being on your own, I will try to catch up on some of the sleep I have lost over the last 18 years. As you finally take some time to get to those prepaid driving lessons, I will try to get my own driving license. As you go forth and make your mark on the world, I will try to write the book you so badly want me to write.

Life is not a race. Take your time. You will probably get there, wherever you want to be, sooner than I do. And each time, I will be at that invisible crossing line … quietly cheering you on.