This weekend we celebrated my son’s 21st birthday, and I’m still trying to figure out exactly how that happened.
Twenty-one.
Seriously?
It feels like only yesterday he was little, running around the house, needing help with everything, and somehow believing I had the answer to every question in the universe.
Now he’s twenty-one.
I swear kids grow up in some sort of time warp. When they’re small, the days can feel endless. There are school lunches, activities, appointments, birthday parties, and a million little things you have to remember. Then suddenly you look up and those little years are gone.
We had a wonderful time celebrating with family, lots of food, laughter, and all the usual birthday chaos. I love having everyone together, especially for milestones like this, because they have a way of making you stop for a moment and realize just how much has changed.
And how much hasn’t.
He may be twenty-one now, but he’ll always be my son. I suspect there will always be a part of me that looks at him and still sees the little boy he used to be.
Although now that he’s twenty-one, I apparently have to accept that he’s officially, undeniably an adult.
I’m not sure I agreed to that part.
How does time move this fast?
One minute you’re planning a kid’s birthday party.
The next you’re celebrating twenty-one years and wondering where they all went.
Happy 21st birthday to my son.
I’m incredibly proud of the man you’ve become.
But seriously…
Could time slow down just a little?
All the best,
Tia
