My boys turned 18 years old a couple days ago. I considered writing a post about it, but, well, really, what can I say? They look the same to me. They act the same. But I'm taking them to vote this weekend. (Early voting, since Eric is home this weekend and won't be able to vote in Natchitoches on Election Day.) And I'm buying them their first-ever dress suits. No more borrowing a jacket from Dad or a friend. They received their selective service notices in the mail last week. Does voting, being old enough to be drafted, and wearing one's own dress-up clothes define "grown-up"? How exactly do we measure adulthood? How does one determine maturity level? Surely it is not a chronological number. It's not an appearance. Is it an attitude? Must it first be proven by demonstration? What are your thoughts?
In the meantime, I found a couple birthday posts in the archives. You can read them here and here.
One thing I can say . . . these boys make me proud and honored to be their mom every single day.
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4 comments:
Congrats again, guys! And bravo to Mom and Dad. I love the photos. You all are a great blessing.
I love seeing those photos side by side. I remember when they looked like that like it was just yesterday.
Thanks, and yeah, I know, they grow up SO FAST!
Whenever adulthood happens, it happens a long time before Mom and Dad are ready.
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