18 years ago today, I became a mother for the very first time. My oldest son, Joseph, was born at 8:51 AM. He was 7 pounds, 14 3/4 ounces, and 21 inches long.
I don't really know what to say. It has been so weird today, realizing that my "child" is technically an adult. He buy lottery tickets and cigarettes. He can vote for President.
As you all know, I am amazingly proud of Joseph. He is talented and smart and funny and (most of the time) a decent human being. He was my first baby.
I just wonder how he got to be this old. How did I get to be this old? I was only 25 when he was born. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I wanted a family so badly. I couldn't wait to be his mom. And I have made a million sacrifices since that day to give him everything I can. There is still a lot I can't give him. I couldn't give him a traditional family his whole life. I still can't give him a "normal" dad. But I think we have done all right.
I know he loves me. And I love him.
Happy Birthday to my first 18 year old child.