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My son turned 18 this weekend. I am still in shock that my first baby is no longer a baby. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified because I was only 21 and still in college. The one thing I knew was that I wanted to keep him. His dad and I broke up after I told him that I was pregnant. Therefore, I didn’t have anyone with me throughout my entire pregnancy, but my younger sister. With her by my side, I felt that I could do this. I was not focused on college as I should have, but I knew when I got pregnant with Cebastian that it was time to start. It was a bit hard when I found out he was a boy because I wanted a girl and it was cause all I know are girls. There are not many boys in the family. I also joined pregnancy forums to connect with other expecting mothers. A few months into the pregnancy, I met a pen pal who was going through the same experience as me. The dad disappeared when she found out she was pregnant. It was nice having someone who knew what I was going through. His dad came around and wanted to be a part of his son’s life, and that was promising at the time. We both made decent money for 21 and 23, so we knew we could give this baby what he needed. When he was born, I couldn’t stop staring at him. I made him a promise to always be there for him.
Now, he is 18-years old and a Senior in high school. I am proud of the man he is becoming. We have a great bond, and I hope that we always do. On Saturday, we kept it low-key and went to dinner. I had class earlier that day, and I am usually exhausted afterward. We are going to Toronto next weekend to celebrate, so he understood. I did want him to know that even though we weren’t doing anything on his birthday weekend, I still remember how special the day was. When I went to Richmond a few months back, I saw LovePop cards in a bookstore and instantly loved them. Pop-up books are something that the kids and I used to read together, so I wanted to give him a little nostalgia. When he opened the envelope and saw that astronaut popped up, Cebastian loved it. He was like, “Woah, that’s cool!” I smiled.
I can’t predict the future, and I am not sure what awaits my son’s adult life. All I know is that I won’t break my promise of always being there for him.
