The one that first made me a mom turned 18 today.
It seems so hard to believe.
I understand that in the eyes of the world, he is considered an adult.
But in my eyes, he is still my sweet baby.
I wish I could hold him one more time.
I wish for those sweet little boy days when he would hold my hand.
We feel the growing pains.
We know that he is ready to go out into the world.
I worry that I haven't told him everything that needs to be said.
But I have to believe that he will be okay.
I hear from a few reliable sources that he will come back to us at some point down the road.
That the aliens that have invaded his mind and body will slowly slip away.
I am holding on to hope that the day comes soon when my buddy is laughing and hanging with us again.
For now, I will admire him from a distance and be proud of him.
He is a good kid.
With a big heart.
He is one of my greatest accomplishments in life.
18.
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