- communicate (although this can be hard even for an 18 year old);
- tell me his favorite things;
- share his deepest wishes;
- form an opinion that doesn't involve whining;
- meet friends;
- pump his feet on a swing;
- hit a baseball;
- swim from one side of the pool to the other;
- play out of under mom's feet while I desperately try to make dinner, help the middle boys with homework and wonder when oh when is hubs going to be home.
*Then I remember *J* and how quickly time flies. It helps squelch my desire for his baby-brother to grow up too fast. I am reminded that there is no age that is better then another. Neither do I want time to stand still nor do I want years to rush by like a jet-plane. Life moves extraordinarily fast and, yes, this time, this moment, this age is extraordinary! I will hold on to this feeling as I look forward to the moments, the days, the lifetimes they have in front of them all.
And the beautiful thing? We have raised our boys (and continue to raise all four) in such a way that I can not wait for them to
“There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots; the other is wings.”
|*J* is off to college this fall. We have put our money down. He has accepted|
a spot at the University of Cincinnati and I am so very excited for what the
future holds for him and all his brothers.
- Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com