As I watch my sweet oldest boy turn more and more into what some might call an angsty teenager – I recall mySelf at his age.
Not so long ago, I was his age….and not long after that, I was pregnant and giving birth to him.
I was 18 the year he was born. The only child of only children, I’d never been around kids, never babysat.
I only ever held a baby once, briefly and awkwardly, before I held my own precious child.