11 years of Adam

On the 26th day of the month of March during the year 2008 my favorite son was born.  Meaning yesterday he tuned eleven.  I simply cannot wrap my head around the fact that Adam Harrison Reed has now made me a parent for over a decade.  What?!  My original plan was to write this last night but my exhausting defeat caused me to collapse as soon as I got into my bed.

Per the birthday boy’s suggestion we set up shop in his room to play foosball.  I posted a hilarious snippet of our game on social media [something for y’all to look forward to at a later date] because I clearly underestimated Adam.  He slaughtered me.  Being the graceful winner that he is he requested to make a video after I accepted my defeat.  Yeah kid, I taste it alright.  Just you wait until I pick our next game!

Making this collage sent the tears rolling.  The image on the bottom left is the very first photo I ever took with Adam.  Only hours after he entered the world at Baptist Memorial Hospital, his father [my favorite ex-husband] placed him in my arms and snapped one of my all-time favorite photos.  Beside it is the most recent photo we’ve taken together, several days ago at Shelby Farms.  As for the black and white photo….K captured us embracing during a picnic at a park in Atascadero.  Those pictures prove difficult.  So much of that time I wish I could forget.  Yet what happened to our family during those turbulent years only strengthened the bond Adam and I share.  We are thick as thieves, as the colloquialism goes.  Nothing can separate us.  Nobody understands more than Adam about the power of a mother’s love.

I constantly tell Adam I love him.  But I don’t tell him enough how much I like him.  Does he grate my nerves with his whining and less than stellar attitude?  Um, is the sky blue?  Especially as he gets older and really demonstrates who he is as a person, I cherish the time I spend with him.  We don’t have to be doing anything eventful– I’m happy just to chill with him.  Or listen to him talk.  Knowing that he trusts me enough to confide in me assures me that I’ve done something right as a parent.  One of our mottoes is “keep it 100.”  Being honest and open with him [at an age appropriate level] gives us a safe space for sharing.  He knows my struggles.  I don’t gloss over the fact that I’m not perfect….and neither is my parenting.  And he doesn’t hesitate to call me out or tell me how he really feels.  But you know what?  There is not a person on this planet who roots for my success more than Adam.  I love you, son.


With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,



About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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