The hardest job I've ever had is being a mom.
The hardest AND the most rewarding.
Zach turned 18 yesterday.
A man by the world's standards, but still a child by mine.
Yet it is hard to reconcile the child with the man.
He used to be so dependent, needing me for nearly everything. Then we taught him how to problem solve; how to be independent; how to take care of himself.
And now he does.
And now I'm not always required.
Not always necessary.
But he will always be my son.
And I will always be his mom.
And we will both always be needed.
You can learn more about Molly of her blog, Beautifully Broken Me