Saturday, March 15, 2008

Winning the Lottery

We’re buying lottery tickets today…actually, my son is—a physical act to commemorate age 18. He’s also old enough to vote, join the military and leave home…all while still in high school, planning for his first prom. I have daily glimpses of the boy he’s been and the man he’s becoming…I think both are buying the ticket.

Our son entered the world 18 years ago, almost six weeks before his due date. He spent two weeks in the hospital…life was pretty scary for 24 hours…but his tremendous will prevailed. My husband’s and my life changed forever…we became parents, our hearts became endless.

The past 18 years have been amazing, and they happened in the blink of an eye. Time actually speeds up during parenthood—physicists are deeply troubled by this phenomenon.

Our son has his own computer consulting business, web-page clients, and an hourly job. He’s been focused on electronic equipment since birth—taking his first steps because I set the vacuum out of reach. After learning the brand names and prices of all vacuums and phones, he moved on to computers at age five.

He dreams of designing a house like the Disney Tower of Terror—I fully expect it to happen. He says his dad and I can have a room in our twilight years—what a great kid-man!

In the meantime, we’re buying lottery tickets today. My son may or may not pick the winning numbers, but we definitely did 18 years ago…

2 comments:

The Marathon Man said...

It's hard to believe it has been 18 years. He is a wonderful person, no surprise there though. All these moving posts lately say that you are going through a lot right now, you have done a great job. I love you.

Anonymous said...

your life can only concieve of your life as a unit of one. Therefore, every passing year takes up less room in your life and mind and your life is then always the same length--one unit. What this means is that 36 years is the same as 18 years or 9 years except that if you are 36 the years are only 25% as long as they were when you were 9 years old. From this perspective it makes sense that you would only remember 25% of the events also. I can't wait to be 72.