To my friends – and my mom – who told me how frightening it was when their child started driving on his own, I’m sorry I thought you worried too much. To those who cried when they sat still and realized their child was graduating high school and shortly leaving for college, I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.
There are so many things I didn’t know. Like how much it hurts when your child works hard for something and it doesn’t work out. Or how hard it is to actually follow through on consequences when the kid doesn’t make the best decision.
I also didn’t know what it would feel like when the son who barely spoke out of the house as a child stands up in front of a couple hundred people in the community and speaks like a man and shows his heart. Nor did I know how exciting it was to see a kid develop his talent and his dream and have others believe.
I didn’t know how fast the time would go. How having a partner to make decisions with and share a life with would be so amazing and so challenging at the same time.
I didn’t know when I held that first baby with his chunky cheeks what the next 18 years would be. And I still don’t know what the next 18 will be.
But I’m bursting with pride and fear and worry and happiness and love.