Well, it happened. I'm officially the father of an adult. I'm going to try to work out how I feel about that in this blog.
When I was 22, I had to grow up pretty fast. I wouldn't say I was completely immature but only because I'd been working full-time and handling some things ok. But honestly, I was planning on being a dumb kid for a while longer. Now, I could go on and on about how he was a miracle and how being a father has been the most amazing thing, but that's not the point of this post. I'm sure at some point I'll write something like that though. Obviously, I'm excited about the milestone for him, but man, he's supposed to be the little kid that wanted to go look for frogths. That's how he pronounced it. I used to think about the fact that when he turned 18, I would be 40. It seemed so far away, and now it seems like it was just a flash. He's almost done with school. He wants his septum pierced. He wears baggier pants than I did in the 90's. That last fact is irrelevant, but I find it interesting, so I had to mention it. I used to have this plan where after he graduated, we would spend the summer riding around the country on motorcycles. It's funny how things turn out because I've never even driven a motorcycle. Well, except for one of those mini crotch rockets. I had one of those. I'm going to try to include a picture. Things are a lot different than I had imagined, but everything seems to be the way it should be. I used to think I'd be starting an adventure on my own at this point, but luckily, I was wrong because now not only do I have plenty of adventures left with my son, but I also have a 5-year-old daughter and her mother to join in on everything too. I love that life knows what's best for me better than I do. Tonight, I'm a 40-year-old dude, going to hang out with my adult son, sober, feeling great about where life is heading, grateful that 40 doesn't seem the same as I pictured it 18 years ago, and excited to see what life has in store for us all going forward. Should I let him get the piercing?