My son has grown up...

Ok, my version of a "Mommy Blog" here.

I am the mother of a 23 yr old son. My one and only child. The light of my life. I truly feel that God gave me a gift that day in April 1982.

Ohhhhh I am not saying this child of mine hasn't caused me some grief and more than my share of gray hair! Because he has, he definitely has! But, he has also shown me the true meaning of the word "love".

He moved to Michigan a little over 4 yrs ago. I hated (and still do to be honest) him leaving, but this was something he wanted and needed to do. He wanted to try to get to know his father and his family there. And, he wanted to try and get into the trades.

And he has done it :) He is an apprentice pipefitter. Learning to weld. His foreman is thrilled with him, the company he works for loves him. He works hard, will try anything, will work overtime if needed. And he loves the money. Well, the money he WILL make someday.

My boy has been through a lot in the past 3 yrs. More than most people should ever go through. He was in a major explosion, followed by 18 surgeries I believe its been now. And, for a while after that he decided to live a little on the wild side...and got himself into some trouble. But, he has faced it all. He could have tried to run away from his problems, but he hasn't. He is working very hard to make something of his life.

My son is growing up.

Even though I don't get to see him as often as I would like, we talk all the time. We share our lives and we always tell each other "I love you".

He is a good kid. Tall and handsome. (Hey, he's my boy! And I think he's gorgeous!) He wants a family someday and I know he will be a great father to his children. He is strong, determined and yet has a heart the size of Texas.

He is my son, and I love him. Very much.