Day 37

• I'm not sure where the years went. I still remember the day my son was born like it was yesterday. I can close my eyes and each memory of him plays as though it is happening right now, in this moment. When I see his baby pictures, I find it hard to connect the two - the baby he was and the young man he's turning into. Can they truly be the same person? How did all this happen so fast? And why isn't there a rewind button?
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  Yet while I miss the baby, and the toddler, and the preschooler, I can't help but adore the teenager. There are days where he impresses me even whilst he's talking back. And there are times when the advice he gives me seems to be coming from someone so much older. And after all that, it's surprising to find the giggly little boy under his macho man exterior. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
  Of course parenting has been the craziest journey. And I'd love to be able say I've been the best mom. Alas, I'm not. But even through the pillow-punching, head-scratching, mind-boggling moments, he's been the best son. And for that, today, #37, I'm grateful.
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