My not so little little man turned 18 yesterday. I feel oooolllddd. The day was filled with Freebirds and video games; the night was crammed with his first official big concert - Deadmau5 (pronounced dead mouse for us old geezers). Deadmau5 is a dj who wears a large electronic mouse head. Clever, huh? Think rave without the backpacks.
At any rate, I got the kiddo 2 tickets for the Dallas show. He and his friend danced the night away while I sat in a nervous mom wad waiting for them to call. Moms out there know what I mean - curled up in a chair, checking the clock every 15 minutes, chewing on the inside of your cheek just waiting. They had a blast; I was glad when it was over and he was safe and sound back with me. He came home sweaty and exhausted with nothing but a plastic headband with glowing mouse ears and a fisted flyer for the next show he wants to attend.
I'm not sure my nerves can take this whole letting go process. I guess we will both have a learning curve for how to become the next stage in adulthood.
Happy birthday Little Man! ^_^