Fifteen years ago today I was in the labor room preparing for a long day. I had complications with my pregnancy and we had to induce. On the upside, we knew our son’s birthday well in advance. The downside? There is no labor worse than Pitocin induced labor. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
That aside, fourteen hours later I had a little bundle in my arms.
Ok, this picture was taken the next day, but you get the idea.
Today, my little bundle is fifteen. He surpassed my height last year. That doesn’t bother me anymore; in fact, it comes in quite handy. I couldn’t tell you when his voice finished changing – it was such a gradual process we only caught the occasional voice crack. But now he has a deeper voice, and he can hit those deeper, “manly” notes in conversation. Yes, I noticed his voice drops about half-an-octave when he talks to his girlfriend.
The next big milestone is driving. He’s so excited. A part of me is just as excited, but another part of me wants to wrap him up in that bundle and protect him, just as I did when I brought him home fifteen years ago. Alas, he’s grown too big for the baby blanket I still have in the memory box…
Happy Birthday, my teen-boy. I love you with all my heart.