He's Got A Golden Birthday...

Today (at 10:19 p.m.) my baby boy will be 19 years old.

Where has 19 years gone?

As I sit here thinking about this, I can't help but cry.

I admit it, I cry every single year when my children have a birthday.

I've been doing it for 19 years now. I doubt I will ever stop.

My baby moved out almost a year ago, he didn't like the rules. It's been a rough road for both momma and son.

Here is my baby today.



Goodness I love that boy. He makes me crazier than any other human being on this planet, but I love him more than life.

So, for those who don't know, each year I remember what a difficult time I had in 1990 and how different my life is today.

Once upon a time, a young lady was working full-time, was madly in love with the one man she wanted to spend her life with, and she was attending college part-time. Things were fun, free, and wonderful. Then one day the young lady discovered she was pregnant. Her boyfriend wasn't ready to have a baby, her mom told her that she would not allow her to embarrass the family by having a baby without being married. Her friends said she should keep the baby because she would be a great mother. Someone who knew the young lady stepped up and offered to marry her so she could keep the baby. All was well with the world.

The fairy tale was shorted lived because as much as people would like, if you don't love each other a marriage surely isn't going to survive.

So, the young lady was in a bad situation. Unhappy with nowhere to turn.

On August 29th the young lady woke up to discover that she was hemorrhaging. She was rushed to the hospital. The bleeding was stopped, labor was stopped. It was a miracle. The young lady was put on total bed rest. The baby wasn't due until November 29th and couldn't be born yet.

Fast forward to October 19th, 1990. A doctor appointment finally released the young lady from bed rest. After one day of movement, she was in full blown labor. She arrived at the hospital at 5:00 p.m. and received pitocin to help things move along. The young lady fell asleep as she was tired and nervous. Her parents came and went, the nurses came and went, even the doctors. Finally at 10:00 p.m. they woke up the young lady and told her it was time. 19 minutes later, there was a baby boy.

A baby boy who changed my life.

A baby boy who stole my heart in a way I never felt before.

I had to be a grown-up, I had to be a momma for the rest of my life.

I cried, he cried. LOL

When asked by the nurse for his name, I answered Victor. I looked around puzzled because I couldn't recall what I just said.

I hadn't had drugs as I felt no labor pains.

But I named my son Victor.

His name was supposed to be Nikolaus.



I left his name Victor. My grandfather's name was Victor. He was the best man I had ever known in my entire life.

For 19 years I have loved this boy and for 19 years on October 19th I have cried.

He spent most of his time with his friends "partying" to celebrate.

I got to take him to lunch at his favorite restaurant and I bought him a new pair of shoes, and two shirts. (gotta be practical when you're on your own).

He has made some really dumb choices, rotten decisions, and I'm really not proud of him sometimes, but I love him.

He makes me laugh like no one else can. He can argue and debate with the best of them. He's smart and wise and his smile can light up a room. He's my baby, he has the potential to be the most amazing person in the world, but he's not quite ready to make that kind of commitment. LOL. I love him 100% unconditionally, tattoos, earrings, and all.

Happy birthday my beautiful baby boy.




P.S. Wait till you see what I got on his birthday!!