Transitions

My oldest son turned 18 today. I wanted to write him this moving letter that he would keep for the rest of his life. It was supposed to be about me letting go, hoping that I had equipped him well for life -- about him becoming a man and what that meant. But for some reason, today, I just didn't feel that eloquent. I spent hours putting together a montage of photographs from all the many houses we've lived in, and ended up sharing with him the few thoughts that came to me about life and growing up. For me, being a mom is all about doing my best, whatever my best is that day. Today I just wanted him to know that I loved him, was proud of him, and want him to experience the greatness that life has to offer with a balance of courage and humility.

After all my work crafting the very brief letter, he shared with me, with utmost sincerity, that it was a really nice letter. His appreciation made me glad I had tried. But, he also shared with me that I had a typo. Even with all the software graphics problems I was having, I did take the time to give him a corrected version. I wonder which one he'll keep. The one with the typo is so me.... I almost started not to change it.