No more babies in our house. Mason turned 18 years old on August 8. While raising our children we sometimes think it will be easier if only....
....they could walk so we don't have to carry them, talk so they can express their needs, be potty trained, make their own snack, do homework without prompting, make decisions, make good choices, drive safely, get good grades, find the right college and graduate high school....
...and (deep breath) one day they are adults and we want simply for them to find their passion and be happy. Where did those years go?
Oh yes, many of you know, I am the Mom that made scrapbooks (and these kids are current through 2012) capturing the big moments and the everyday and journaled in their books.You blink and two grown young men are your sons: Adam, 21 and Mason, 18. For parents with little ones, do not wish them older, bigger or to that next phase. It happens and happens a bit too fast.
Now for a bit of humor. Walking through the mall parking garage with Vicki we saw a car painted up for a birthday. I mentioned I would think it a funny surprise to do to Mason. What parents would embarrass their kids that way?! Umm, us. A little creative help from google to get ideas, buy "car chalk" and we were ready. Joe and I got up at 6am and instantly my work risk mitigation skill kicked in when I saw the looming rain clouds. We pulled the car into the garage since rain threatened and the parents "vandalized" the car with messages. It poured rain like crazy all day. With the car safely tucked in the garage, the rains stopped just as he left for his party. His first statement was "how embarrassing" while wearing a beaming smile and the captains hat from his high school friend. He drove the car to his birthday dinner receiving many honking horns on the way. The baby, May May, towers over me now.