Happy Birthday Matthew!

Here I am celebrating another "child's" birthday without having him around to know it. Well, okay, its not like I'm having a party, but once again trying to figure how 22 years have gone by since I have became a mother. Seems like just yesterday that I spent my first Mother's Day in labor. Actually, it doesn't seem like yesterday, but, 22 years?! You know how they say you become your mother? Well, I'm not sure that's true, but I guess I find myself understanding (way after the fact) what my mother went through as one after another her kids became adults. (Well, most of us did anyway...I'm not sure some of my brothers are actually there yet, or ever will be.) And this year he is the same age I was when I gave birth to him. Did I realize then I was just a baby myself? I guess that puts into perspective the recurring feeling that I really have to let my kids be adults. (Or at least the adult I thought I was). And they are good ones...But, I'm babbling. In fact I now realize I have had this same rant several times in the last few weeks, and I suppose I'll keep obsessing as we approach graduation next week, and the job that will eventually move him away from home for good. Just slap me if I bother you, okay?