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My son turns 13 this week. He’s almost taller than me.
It seems no time since we brought him home from the hospital. He was so tiny, all swaddled up, his eyes so dark, his eyelashes so long. He was the most beautiful baby imaginable. I was immediately besotted.
I think every parent feels this way about their baby, when we meet our child for the first time.
He’s turning 13 now, and I’m very proud of the man he is growing to be.
We’ve had a bumpy road – a diagnosis of autism (Asperger syndrome), which has developed into him just being an extreme geek with a strong talent for anything computer-related. He’s doing very well at school, he has a strong family, friends that care.
Life is good right now.
Things haven’t been easy, but when I look at the hurdles we’ve jumped, I know that they are easier than some other families have dealt with.
I also know that these same hurdles have given us purpose and a strong relationship between us that will stand us firm in the years to come.
When I look back on our time with him so far – the time he has been alive on this world – it hasn’t been the stuff that made life great. It has been the moments.
His first day of kindergarten.
His first day of school.
His first fight.
Him making friends, and sometimes losing them.
The times we’ve shared an in-joke, or just relaxed at the beach with an ice cream.
The hugs at night, when I tuck him into bed, and tell him I love him.
All of it learning, growing, changing.
I’m speaking from the perspective of a parent proud of her son, but the lesson holds true for all of us: Treasure moments, not stuff. Life is short.
Spend your energy where it will bloom. Then you’ll see the roses grow 🙂