09/29/2026
Today, my first born turns 18 š¤Æ
If you'd told me way back then - when I was just 19, newly married with a surprise baby on the way, with NO idea what my career would look like or what kind of mother I'd be - that 18 years would pass this quickly, I never would've believed you. But, here we are š
Thereās something strange about raising a child when youāre still doing so much growing yourself. Somewhere along the way, while I was figuring out how to be his mom, I was also figuring out who I was. And I have no doubt that Iām a better person because I got to grow up alongside him.
In just a few weeks, heāll ship off to basic training with the U.S. Navy. After that, heāll head to Naval Nuclear Power Training Command in SC, where heāll spend roughly the next 2 years learning to operate complex reactor control systems.
His test scores were off the charts, and he had quite a few options available to him. Being the kind of kid he is, he chose one of the most academically demanding paths in the Navy, and I could not be prouder. Not just because heās smart, or because of a test score or the career he chose. But because of the young man he has become.
Heās stepping into adulthood willing to do something hard. To leave whatās comfortable, to learn, to be challenged, and build a life of his own.
Iāve spent a lot of the last 18 years building a career too. Iāve worked hard, taken risks, completely pivoted at times, and eventually built something of my own that Iām incredibly proud of. He got to watch me through every chapter and has always been one of my biggest cheerleaders. In fact, he even established a nickname for me around the house for my bossier moments: āYes, CEO.ā š
But the truth is, no matter what title I ever have or what level of success I find in my career, the title Iāll always be proudest of is Mom. I genuinely donāt think any professional accomplishment will ever compare to looking at the two boys my husband and I have raised and thinking, I helped create that.
That will always be the greatest success of my life. Period.
Eighteen years ago, I was almost the same age as he is today and had absolutely no idea what the future held for our little family. Today, I get to stand back and watch my son start figuring out his own.
And maybe thatās one of the most bittersweet parts of parenting: you spend all these years helping them grow up, only to realize they were helping YOU grow up all along.
Happy 18th to the kid who made me a mom, inspired me daily, and helped make me who I am today. ā¤ļø