Written on September 2, 2009 by Mz Gina

For once I am open to change. Now let us not get crazy, I am not exactly buying it all hook, line and sinker. But it is obvious, change will take place and I have to be a bit more agreeable. (Agreeable as defined by this mother is open-minded, not totally against it, but still met with resistance.) I have been a mother for 18 plus years, and now he is graduating and the reins of his life now become his, so to speak. My position has become one of less dominance (but remember kid I am still standing here, excuse me for the outburst), and requiring my guidance when needed and asked. (Maybe at times unwarranted advice, but that is the mother instinct in me.)

It all goes so fast. From staring at this new born wondering what his voice would sound like -to his first laugh, then came the giggle, the voice, the scream (thank you dad, you were so worried we would miss that part so you taught him to scream before he discovered he could do that), the words and the advice.

The comical advice of a little boy:

“Nonee, puts the towels in the dryer before I come out of my bath, so they are ‘toasty’ warm and fluffy soft. I get three big towels, not one, too! That’s what makes it betterer, Mommy”

“Aunt Stessy, says we go to Sweezy’s or Macy’s for nice clothes, not here Mommy. Aunt Stessy never took me here to the Wall Mart. See, Mommy this material does not feel the same as what Aunt Stessy showed me to feel.”

“Sweety, makes good pancakes, Mommy. Could you not make me pancakes never ever again, only Sweety.”

“Nonee, makes me banana waffles, hot and fresh, not from a box! Your’s are disgustin’.”

“Look Mommy, Bopar (the Grandpa) taught me how to take off the doors. You like, Mommy, Mommy don’t worry I fix.” This was the bottom cabinet doors.

“Don’t worry mommy, I fix, I fix it mommy, I make it better.” These were his words when he took apart his first computer, the one Aunt Toni and Uncle Steve gave him one year for Christmas. It now played music manually, all the animals sounded together like the barnyard was full and it did activities and sounds it did not do before.

As early as that you were into computers; look at you now. Built your own music studio, been web designing for years, changing programs and intermingling them since second grade. Picked out the schooling and further education that is best for you. How did you become so organized and very smart?

I could stare hours at a time at the little baby boy as he slept, wondering what he would be like when he grew up. Now look at him, graduating high school and ready to make his mark in this world. How fast it all goes, how I wish I could cuddle that little boy on my lap and in my arms one more time. Being his mother all these years has been the very best of my life, my joy and my pleasure. Sure it got tough when he hit sixteen, and seventeen was just as hard. Those two years were not my favorite of all the years, but I still would not have traded either of them. For all the years before were just more and more enjoyable. Our first real conversation, our first condemn talk, our first driving lesson, our first grown-up conversation and our first crisis. Our firsts…so many memories to cherish and smile back on.

That is how you know, you have been truly blessed and life has been good to you. When what counts, you can look back upon in life and you can still feel the love and enjoy the moments with a smile.

So on Graduation Day, my son, walk with pride, I will be the mom that is beaming out there. I am proud of you and who you have become. I know there will be a couple of hundred graduates, but none will be greater than you, ‘cause you’re my kid and I do believe there is no finer. I love you, may all your endeavors be very successful, life be wonderful and you find the same joy I have found from the first moment I had my baby boy.

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