My son turned 18 yesterday. There is something about that age that is special. He can go to the doctor without a parent. I have to have his permission to know his medical records. He can buy cigarettes and Playboy (or worse). He can legally leave home.

I know he is not ready to leave the nest yet, but the thought that he could if he wanted to is both a scary and a proud moment. I have done my best to be a good mom. I can't know for sure whether I have, but I sincerely think I have. Words can't express my love and pride for him.

I guess every parent asks the questions, "What will my child grow up to be?" and "Have I done a good job?" Only time will tell. God be with him.