He's 18
Standing in the card aisle, trying to pick out a card, I was overwhelmed with emotion when I realised that my 'baby', my oldest child is now officially an adult. He has been adult-like for several years, graduating early, moving out this summer, working, studying at College, but when he needed something legal to be done, we still had to sign papers and give our permission. All that ended on November 1st.Those who know me best know I am not a person who cries easily - it takes a lot to bring a tear to these eyes! But as I stood in the aisle yesterday I have to admit to choking up a bit at the thought of my son being 18. He can vote, he can get married, (hopefully not for a while still!) he can get drafted(!) and I cannot now put a halt to it, even if I wanted to.
Warrick has matured into a fine young man; filled with wisdom and grace; filled with a love of the Lord and for people. He is remarkably even-tempered, and I have joked that when I grow up I want to be just like him!
I cannot imagine who I would be if it were not for Warrick. I was single when he was born, and he was four when Terry and I married and Terry adopted him. Warrick got the best dad any child could ever want. A lot of who I am was shaped in those early years as a single mother, choosing to look after my baby and putting his needs above my own. I thank the Lord every day for Warrick.
Labels: adult, birth, eighteen, Warrick
posted by The Smelker Seven @ 7:05 PM
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