I'm sitting here listening to my husband snore (as well as the damn dog...I never knew chocolate labs could sound like a freight train) and just enjoying my alone moment after a long, but good day. I heard bumping around in the kitchen and found my 17 yo son making a snack, my first instinct was to demand "why are you out of bed" then it dawned on me....my baby is closing in on 18 and he can honestly make bedtime decisions for himself. Turns out he has a major final in the morning and is pretty stressed about it so studying like a mad man. In the process he got hungry, how can I argue that one.
My point to my rambling is actually this. My son is almost 18! The first day I met my husband I was 6 weeks past my 18th birthday. I made some very adult decisions that altered my future permenantly at the same age my once premature, angel faced son is now. He is no longer that little thumb sucker asking for one more story, he is a tall, handsome, strong,extremely intelligent young man who hugs me into his chest telling me "that I'm the perfect snuggle height". It scares me that he will be out in the world very soon. It scares me that I had so much of my life pass me by and I barely remember it and I don't want him to do the same thing. He has such a furvor for living life, but then I have to admire that he just wants to get out and live life. Shouldn't we all? Isn't that what it is about....living our lives? It isn't about what house we lived in, what car we drove, or how our credit score was....in my mind it's about the life we lived and walking off into the sunset knowing we did right by ourselves, that we didn't settle.
I know I don't want to settle....
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