By Kelly Bridgewater
Yesterday was my oldest son's eighteenth birthday.
18.
How did that happen?
I feel like I just graduated high school a couple of years
ago. How is he graduating in a little over three months. I don't feel old
enough to have a kid that old. But then again, I did have him when I was twenty
years old, so that is probably why I feel a little on the young side
personally.
This year, I have observed him as he has done things.
He has matured a lot in the last couple of years.
He really doesn't argue when we remind him of his chores. He
just does them and moves on. He notices when the trash is overflowing and has
taken it out a number of times. He has been the peacemaker between the younger
two boys. Even though sometimes he fights with them too. He's not perfect.
He is driving and has a part-time job where he earns money
to pay for his own car insurance. We have paid for his class ring,
announcements, senior pictures, and cap and gown.
He has paid for his college applications. Submitted them and
been accepted to two really great colleges.
I can't believe he will be moving out soon to go to college.
He won't be here every day.
The routine will be different.
Our house will be different.
I remember when my older brother moved out. It felt like
part of the family had disappeared. So I wonder as the mother, how will this
affect me.
Luckily, he has
really claimed and sticks to his faith in God, so I'm extremely thankful for
that. I'm not worried about that.
How has any of you gotten through the first, or even the
second, child leaving the nest?
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