The very first time.

The very first time of anything is hard.The first time you have to tell them they are too big to be carried. MY SPINE. The very first time they spend the night somewhere else. The first time they go to school. Kindergarten. Primary school. High school. Whatever schools they do in your country. The first time they go on a date. Go to a dance. Have a beer.Today is the very first time I've had a kid celebrate a birthday without me. He's in Toronto. I am not.I spent two days arguing with him to tell anyone, a prof, a fellow student, a friend... that today is his birthday. He finally did. Thankfully I did not have to pretend or threaten to go full justno mom and out his butt.He is out at a bar right now, with friends, having some drinks and celebrating his birthday.But it's the first time I don't get to make a sad ugly cake and drag him over, sing happy birthday off key and tell the story about how the first fucking thing he ever did in his life is piss on me.I love him so much. I miss him so much.Firsts are always hard. But they are wins too. If you raise a strong, independent and healthy adult... they just don't need you. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2ToD9ln