June 1 -- Luke turns 18 in just a few hours. At this time, 18 years ago, I was in labor trying to push the boy out. (They ended up using one of those vacuum things to suck him out.) I was trying to push but it was my first kid and apparently, I was not a natural pusher. The nurse told me so. She said I wasn't good at pushing. The competitor in me got kind of pissed at that but really, after hours and hours of painful labor, I really couldn't fight anymore. But...he did eventually make it out into this world, healthy and adorable, thank God.
It's just really unbelievable to think I have a child who is 18 years old. Somebody who can vote. It's crazy. But it's nice too -- he is growing up to be a very amazing young man. And I am so happy for him. Scared to see him move farther and farther away from me. But happy as well. After all. He is moving in the right direction. I raised him to leave the nest. I just didn't stop to think how much that would hurt. Oh well. This too shall pass. :)
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