So I’m officially a mom of a 15-year old. Well technically it won’t be until 10:17 pm.
How did that happen? It was just yesterday that I was holding him in my arms at the young age of 21.
I was a young mom but I definitely had the motherly instincts when it came to caring for my baby. Maybe it’s because I’ve always loved kids.
I remember vividly when I was in third grade, I mentioned to my teacher that I wanted to have my first baby at 21 and I wanted a boy because my family was filled with females. She said yes Lisa that is very nice but you must go to college first then you can start a family.
And I did just that.
But who would’ve thought that my “dream” would actually come true?
Motherhood hasn’t been the easiest thing to handle. I can tell you plenty of stories where I have failed. I guess all parents do at one point or another.
I can honestly say that I have not been the greatest mother but at least I try. I have said many things that I am not too fond of but in reality I’m glad that my son knows his mother loves him dearly.
He’s my first-born, my only son. He was and still is his father’s baby boy too.
With his mustache and very hairy legs (lol!), he’s no longer a baby but he will always be “my” baby.