He turned 16 on a Wednesday.
I sang Happy Birthday, as I always do, at the time of his birth. 7:14am. He wasn’t awake.
Parenting is so weird hard crazy awesome hard. You are so excited for your child to be growing and changing and becoming themselves, but the other half of you is sobbing in a corner. Right?
Maybe it’s just me.
But I don’t think so.. I think most mommas feel the very same way. Happy Sad.
This dude did not want a big celebration. But we couldn’t let a momentous day pass without some kind of recognition.
He and Dad went to breakfast and popped into the AT&T store for a much needed upgrade. Dude.. our kids are so lucky.
Then it was family lunch with good food and good gifts. He wanted ribs at Phil’s, and my famous peanut butter chocolate trifle cake. Done.
And what introvert would not want me for a mom? I mean, hashtag blessed, you guys.
We ended the night with family time, and his favorite shows, his favorite pizza, and Sister presenting him with a giant Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.
He also was able to secure a gift card for Guitar Center, and was finally able to pick out his very own Bass. He’s been borrowing one from a very gifted and generous guy from church, but now.. he can learn with his own gear. Watching him practice nearly makes my heart split in two with the darling-ness of it all. Don’t tell him that I still see the 5 year old when I look at him. He is 6’3″ and shaving… but still my baby.
Off to sob.