Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Because I'm holding tight...

In two weeks, I will be the mother of a 12-year-old boy. I'm not one of those moms who declare, "Where did the time go? They grow up so fast!" No shit. I'm well aware of every day that passes, every minute, every hour.

Addison found a dictionary given to him at school a few years ago last week. It said, "To the Class of 2017." Wait, what? That's in seven years. Seven years may seem like a long time to most, but for me, I have exactly seven years left to make the most of every second with him. He's my only child. I have one shot to make him a productive member of society, to teach him manners, to nurse him through his first broken heart, to teach him everything he needs to know before venturing out into the world on his own.

Though I wish Adam didn't have to deploy, I am a realist at certain times. This is my time to spend with Addison, to make memories with just me and him. I want him to look back someday and remember that although Dad was deployed, Mom tried her hardest, we had fun, we laughed, we cried, we bonded. I have no doubt Addison will always be close to Adam and I. He's a good kid. But I also feel him beginning to test his independence. The upcoming teen years will be hard. The day he gets his license and drives off on his own I will be a wreck.

But I won't worry about that now. I have a few years left to cherish this time, to grab every day by the balls and make each and every day special.

2 comments:

Jen Connolly said...

Not only do I love your writing, I love your attitude. :-)

Unknown said...

Thanks for sharing...again. It's timely for me...Cassie's 11 now. I can't believe the changes...those that are happenning now and those I know are coming quickly on the horizon. We had our first discussion about pornography the other day. I read an article that most kids today are first exposed to hard core porn between 7 and 11. That rattled me to my core. What a crazy world! But how will they know how to handle the crazy, sometimes scary, world if we don't teach them? So we do, the good and the bad, the fun and the difficult. And then they'll be gone and we'll know we did our best. XO!