I gave birth to a baby boy. To this day I cannot tell you how blindsided I was by the emotion I was feeling. I never knew the depth of love until my son. That said, he is 17 , 6'3" with an serious girlfriend. And yes, I'm fine. Every birthday I take photos out of him as a baby/toddler/boy and he rolls his eyes. And I fawn over them like precious pieces of gold. It's really not that he is getting older, it's more like HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I AM OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A 17 YEAR OLD KID?
It was just yesterday that I was in high school myself (not that I can remember ANY of it).
So to one more year of Layne. For me, a few more wrinkles & alot of sagging butt. But pure joy when I see what a fine human being I created.
This past year I was consumed by the campaign of Barack Obama. I so wanted him to win the election I would start the day off on Politico.com checking the polls and electoral college map. By the time the election was over I could've told you how many votes each state had and how many ways he could've won. I am NOT a political strategist nor a historian. I am a mother of a teenage boy. My gut told me this man was one of the good ones, flawed yes, but a human being.
As I watch every news show and their pundits berate or flatter our President, I have come to realize there is no voice for us, the parents of the kids whose futures will be decided by these know it alls. That's what this blog is, a voice to the people who try to make it every day on sheer will. Be it going to a job that they hate or stretching their paycheck for another days worth of spaghettio's.