my son is turning 21 on tuesday. for his birthday, his dad and i paid for some extensive (read exPensive) car repairs and through a tremendous coup and being a whiz on the computer, i copped him some really good pearl jam tickets (even though they sold out in 10 minutes) for a really good price, some very cherry seats.did i mention he was going to be 21?
i am introspective about this because i had him when i was 21. he and i have grown up together. he was the apple of my eye then and remains so. he has gone through some heart-wrenchingly difficult times and emerged a stronger person. i have seen him grow into an amazing young man.
he's going to be 21.
yes, i still remind him he needs to go to Mass. i still ask if he is taking all of his medicine and eating right. sleeping enough. studying hard. being kind. i don't know if that will ever change but i know one thing that won't: i have always been and will remain tremendously proud of my son. he is an amazing human being and i could never have asked for a more wonderful gift in him.
the reason why i am posting this now? because tuesday, i know i will be a mere puddle and won't be lucid enough to type anything even remotely wistful without reducing myself into tears.
happy birthday, boo. i heart you.
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