17 Years of Motherhood
In three days my oldest son will be 17 years old. Everyday I seem to be spending a lot of time thinking about this. Not about how sad I am he's 17. Just thinking about the fact that, 17 years ago my whole life changed and in those 17 years my whole life has continued to change. Not sure if it's like this for you, but it's like I suddenly see my life has an equator that was drawn 17 years ago. It definitely divides my life into before I was a mother and after I was a mother. I was also thinking about the fact that 17 years ago my dad made a video for Aaron to watch on his 18th birthday. Wow, I don't know if any of us will be able to do it. On that video are many people who have left us. My Grandmother and Grandfather Miller, Mema Jordan, Uncle Gail, Uncle Johnny, Aunt Wanda, I am afraid I have forgotten who else is on their that has passed, it will be a gasping crying fest!! For me my sons birth meant restoration. He i...