My son turned 18 today, and to celebrate, we went to the Outback Restaurant here in Royal Palm Beach. We had a great time discussing life. We reminisced about how it all begun: the day we went to pick him up at the hospital where he was born, the way we held his long and skinny fingers and telling our selves, "he'll be so tall." He is 6' 5'' now, and how amazing it really is, how a little tinny one to grow up a giant. Reminds you of the cub growing up to be a lion.
We asked him if he remembers the day when we were on our way to Indiana to visit my husband's family, we were lodged for the night in some hotel in Kentucky when he started saying " home mommy" He wanted us to go home after perhaps finding out that the hotel room is unfamiliar.Tried to destract him but nothing worked, and he gradually increased his decibel till he bloody screamed "go home mommy." He was having an anxiety attack. The next room occupants obviously called the desk and they in turned called us to make sure were were okay. "No," my son does not remember.
It sure feels good, even as a mother to reminisce those days, the good old days! Like the vacation out west, to Las Vegas, riding the roller coaster at the top floor of the Stratosphere, the Grand Canyon and driving across the dessert passing by Needles, California at 117 degrees. And riding the wooden roller coaster in Santa Cruz, California.
Now, he is 18 and graduating high school, and pretty soon will be away to school, out of town. And I hate to think of this, but sooner or later will be marrying and be having his own family. And then I will really say, "where have all the days been gone." For today, it seemed, it was only yesterday when I, wearing a yellow polka dot dress trying to buckle our baby in his car seat facing the back of the car and husband video taping each move. "We need a recording we'd say." Those are the days, just some of the so many days which are now memories. But are elements of the past I cling to when I'm sad, and in so many, many ways, I find inspiration from!
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