Sarkastickunt

Tomorrow is my oldest’s 18th birthday. 

The only thing he asked for this year was that his new name be written on his birthday cake.

It brought a lot of stuff full circle for me.

I get on him and hound him about his grades and his not having a job and his room and his laundry and all the typical teenage bullshit that mothers throw at their kids.

And all he wants is to look in the mirror and see what he feels on the inside.

It’s his birthday tomorrow and the only thing he wants I can’t give him.

And as a mother, there is nothing more heartbreaking.