When your child turns eighteen, are you even a mommy blogger anymore?
Dear Alex, You read the title of this blog post right, you are officially eighteen. An adult. Although Grandma once told me the secret that one never really feels like an adult, not until they have grandchildren. In the moment as I write this, I find myself annoyed with you, a fairly common occurrence these days. I do think that eighteen is the magic number when kids are supposed to separate from their parents and as parents we are ready to let go of you, at least with regards to the day-to-day things for which you cause great annoyance. I don't know if you are actively trying to annoy me or if I'm differently experiencing the things you have always done. Nonetheless, grrrr.... And then there are those blindingly bright moments. The ones where you are a human and an adult and utterly interesting and engaging and so wonderful to hang out with you. More of those times, please! The good news is that at eighteen years old, you have grown, you do not need me to control your w