Fifteen years ago on this very day I became a mother for the very first time. The labor was long and he refused to come out. Eventually they had to vacuum-suck him outta me (I'm sure that is not the proper medical term for the procedure but it definitely was a vacuum) After my initial shock that I had just had a baby motherhood kicked right in. He was a wonderful baby. Slept lots, smiled lots, cuddled much. I stayed home with him for over a year and he was my everything, my best friend, my son, my love. I enjoyed his presence in my life so much. He was an adorable and smart toddler with hair blonde hair, the chubbiest cheeks, and dreamy eyes. Since he was my first I think we learned and grew together. And I think we both turned out okay.
Now he's 15! 15! I cannot believe we made it to 15. At 15 he is organized, well liked, talented, responsible and and growing into a pretty decent young man. Today I will be surprising him at school. I will pick him up and take him out just the two of us. This child is so much like me that it is uncanny. I realize he's getting up there and in a few years will be off on his own starting his own life journey. I cannot wait to see the man he will become.
So to my son.. Michael Reed...I love you and am so proud of you!