Yesterday, the boy turned 18. I was a little sad. I remember when he was a baby, entranced by watching basketball on TV (thank goodness for SportsCenter). I remember his first day of Kindergarten. I remember the first time he hit a three pointer in a game. I remember the first time we went to the ER for a sports injury. I remember the first time he told me he liked a girl. I remember when he told me he would always take care of me. Now, I will be able to remember his 18th birthday and how much fun we had as son and momma. I can only hope that he will still want to tell me about his days, want and seek my opinion and be my friend as well as my son. He always has been and always will be my most awesome accomplishment.
