Yesterday was an important milestone for one of my babies. He had a birthday. Not just any birthday, he turned 18! For me it was a day of mixed emotions. Fond memories of his younger years, tinged with a little sadness that my 'baby boy' really has grown up (In more ways than one)! It's a tradition that on their birthdays, the kids choose what they want for dinner. 'The little one's' choice was roast lamb and veges. (Nice choice son).
While the lamb was in the oven, I met said son and the MOTH down at our local for his first legal drink, also a tradition primarily for the MOTH and kiddies, but I decided to tag along. The fact that The Little One really was grown up was bought home to me when I walked into the bar, and here was my son and the MOTH sitting on stools with alcohol in front of them. It seemed wrong, somehow. Just like it seemed wrong last week when he had his final school assembly.......EVER.......I cried, he thought I was funny. Next week we'll 'end' another era when he has his yr12 formal and yes, I will cry again. Why should he miss out, when I've done it with his three older siblings whenever they 'hit a milestone'? Interestingly though, none of my children seem embarrassed by my 'emotionality' or they could all just be VERY good actors. 'Til next time, ciao xxx
