For the longest time I’ve wanted to start blogging. I have always loved writing and thought it would be a good outlet. But now that I’ve begun I don’t know where to start. It has always been a scary thought thinking about other people reading my work. But here goes nothing.
So a week ago I turned 18. 18 is the special number in human years where suddenly you can vote and buy cigarettes and have your name issued in the papers if you commit a crime. As I watch my peers around me they’re bursting with joy at the idea of turning 18. They no longer feel that they need to listen to their parents and can sign their own permission forms for school dances. But it’s been a little harder for me to comprehend. A little over a week ago my mom and I were driving home after I got my first tattoo ( oh yeah that’s another thing you can do at 18). She was talking about putting together a video of pictures for my birthday and asked if there were any songs that I could think of that would go along. It took me a moment but then I plugged my phone into the aux cord and started playing a song, she recognized it immediately. It was “Never Grow Up” by Taylor Swift. So we sat in the car listening to this song for a few moments before we both began to cry. For the past few years it had been just my mom and I at home because my sister was at college and all this time we have grown closer and closer. And in between the soft verses of singing about growing up the song comes to the bridge where Taylor finally admits that she wishes she had never grown up herself. It was here that I came to realization that someday my mom won’t be here anymore. We won’t be driving down the street as I constantly change the radio stations and she sings all the wrong words to the songs, or she won’t be here to hold me when I feel sick or need someone to talk to.
Time is a funny thing, it can fly by or drag on for what seems like forever. And turning 18 was one of those things that happened in the blink of an eye. Out of everything I’ve learned in my short 18 years I’ve noted that love and the people around you are what truly matters the most. So maybe you don’t want to go to the store but go to the store with her anyways, or maybe it’s the millionth time your dad has asked you if you want to play tennis this week, you should finally go play. Because these small moments add up to this crazy thing we call life and before you know it maybe you’ll be in the car with your kid crying about the fact that they’re turning 18.
1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.