While we were flying over the ocean on our way to Bermuda, Eden turned 13. It wasn't much of a birthday celebration, although I tried. I asked the flight attendant if she would give Eden a birthday shout-out after the "in-flight instructions." She glared at me which I took as a "NO!"
We celebrated with a pack of peanuts and Eden smiled as he looked out the window of the plane. Traveling is one of the things Eden loves most, so I guess it was a good birthday after all, even if it didn't involve cake and a present.
The next day, we all sat waiting for a boat to take us across the bay. I stared at Eden thinking about how fast time flies. It seems like just yesterday that he was sitting out in front of our house in plastic car pushing it around with his feet yelling "Yook at dat Mom!"
I wondered then what kind of person Eden would be as he grew up. I knew that he would be kind and friendly -- he came that way. But, I never would have guessed that he would be so unique, and dream of living in faraway lands like Iceland or Singapore. He'd move now if we let him. He's even tried to talk me into letting him be a foreign exchange student. Truth be told, if we let him go tomorrow, I know he would be just fine because he loves people, and adventures. But his dream will have to wait, because I'd miss him too much to let him go. I am savoring these days -- there's not much time left before he leaves home for good.
I am one lucky woman to be the mother of Eden. He is a wonderful son.
I love him more than he will ever know.