Eighteen.

My baby is eighteen — and I’m worried.

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Not about him.

About me.

About the mom I have been to him.

I knew his birthday was coming. And yet, I’m somehow still surprised by it. It doesn’t seem possible that the time has passed so quickly and in such a blur. It is crazy to me to realize that he’s a senior in high school.