Markers

There seems to be many markers we have in our lifetime...turning 13!!!...now you're a teenager.  16..getting a license and bugging your parents to drive a car...any car!  18..You're an adult, well age wise.  (my definition of an adult to my kids was when you paid rent/mortgage, that's how they knew an adult was present...ie:.."WILL there be an adult at the house you're going to?!?").  And voting, yes! you can make a difference!

21!!! woo hoo...you are legal to drink (I do love wine!).  And hopefully the other markers of marriage, births, and graduations follow!

My newest marker, Elijah, my son, ...GRADUATED high school!!!  Those who are close know the struggle both he and I had with getting him thru.  And to all the teachers and especially his counselor, I am sure are glad that he made it.  He's a great son and on his way to becoming an even better adult in this world.  He started working at 16 so he could buy his own vehicles (that was one of my rules..I am a mean mother and I'm sure you noticed the plural...he had many he tried to bring back to life).  But he was determined to drive..school...well something to do to take up time before he went to work.  Sometimes he worked more than 30 hours in a week.  But as for school...it was a struggle...but he was determined to graduate, his grandma had flown out from California to see him, he knew he needed to get "the job done".  I am very proud..and yes RELIEVED!

But now I have another marker in my life or shall I say markers...I have 4 now placed on my body.  I called them tattoos, but come to find out they are called markers.  Its used to line up the radiation equipment or whatever you want to call them.  I will start on Monday and have 30 treatments.  So I am now all "tatted" up.  They are very tiny, so kinda of disappointing.  Heck I wanted a TATTOO...something to say...I'm heading for an adventure another marker to add to my list!