My son, Jordan, turned 18 last Saturday. It just seems amazing to me that he is an adult now. I still remember with complete clarity the day he was born. I remember taking him on his first cruise when he was only 4 and he would play with his Power Rangers stick-on book and always ask to be the line leader when we went somewhere. I still remember being in his first play with him when he was only 5 and he was the youngest orphan in the musical Oliver. It just seems like his childhood was a whirlwind and now he's 18 and ready to tackle the world on his own. Well...maybe he's not quite ready for that yet, but he's going to have to be! I remember how Jordan was always "Little Buddy" growing up and when I realized that I could no longer call him "Little" and had to just call him Buddy.
I'm so proud of the man he's becoming! I have a friend who is having a nightmare of a time with her 18 year-old son and it makes me realize how extremely blessed I have been to have had such an easy son to raise. He doesn't drink, smoke, do drugs, yell at teachers, lie or be disrespectful. Don't get me wrong, he has other imperfections that probably come from me, but those things seem so miniscule compared to what many parents go through with their kids.
Last weekend on his 18th birthday he had the lead in The Music Man. This role is probably one the most demanding roles (if not THE most) of any musical out there, and he nailed it! It was one of the proudest moments of my life. I surprised that I didn't get more emotional over it, but I think I've come to expect such things from Jordan. I also think it hasn't quite set in that he's going to be leaving home soon and going off to college.
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