Here it once again, my son's birthday. Now he's married and he's in basic training at Lackland AFB.
My daughter set the alarm on her watch for 8:44 p.m. so that she could say that 22 years ago today I had Anthony.
He was my first and my easiest to carry. He wasn't the easiest to raise because all of my kids are unique and I had to deal with certain issues differently with each of them.
Anthony has always been the most independent of my three children. We had our share of troubles when he was a teenager. Funny. Now that he doesn't live at home, my house is always clean.
He just recently told me that he didn't think I wanted him to live at home. He understands better now. And even compliments me on my mothering. But I wonder if he really believes that. I hope not because it's so far from the truth. But, I guess if it's his truth then that's what he will believe.
He was a big pain at times, but thankfully he grew out of that. I don't think I was a good mother at all to him, but I am so glad that I was blessed with a son like Anthony.
I'm proud of him. He's a hard and dedicated worker and I know that whatever he ends up doing, he'll be the best that he can be. He's so smart, too. And he's always had a good head on his shoulders. He never got into drugs or alcohol.
I love you Anthony. Happy Birthday.
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