Twenty years ago today I was at our local hospital. It was Y2K – remember that? Weren’t we supposed to see the end of the world that night? Who knows – maybe we did and we’re living in a post-apocalyptic ruin, which would explain a lot about American politics but does seem to miss the fact that so many lovely things have happened since then.
I became a parent that night, for one.
It’s been an eventful two decades since then, full of milestones and love, crises and achievements, events and quiet moments. There were times when I wondered how I would get through them, and times when I turned around and it felt like a year had passed in the blink of an eye.
Today Oliver turns 20. He’s a college student now, someone who has traveled abroad on his own and is forging a life that is all his. He is no longer a teenager, but I am still a parent.
Happy birthday, Ollie. I’m proud of you.
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