He's Sixteen, Now I'm feeling Old

Oops!

How did this happen?  Two seconds ago, Ringleader was five years old and I was putting him on the bus for kindergarten.  Now he has a deep voice and is taller than me.  Later this year, he'll be driving.  I'm not going to think about that now, though.

It wasn't that long ago that I was sixteen, or so my mind tells me (my body tells me different).  That was twenty nine years ago.  Where did the time go?  Now, I'm sounding like my mother.  She's still wondering how I'm 45 while she's still 21 (ummm...Mom...).   I must have passed her on the way.  Did I just admit that I was 45?

I still remember what it was like to be 16 (my memory does go back that far).  Many pressures and worries are ahead for everybody.  I can't even think about the g-word (but he's not going to have a girlfriend until he's 22.  If I keep telling myself that, it might happen, right?). But, one of these days, he'll say "Mom, I would like you to meet what's her face", and I will have to smile, then lock him in his room.

Happy Birthday, big guy.  I love you.