Today my baby turned 15, and tonight, all his friends bailed on him. For a while, anyway.
And in those few moments, when it seemed he’s be stuck with us at home… instead of hanging out with friends, I had to go into the bathroom and hang my head to cry. For him. And for me. Because he’s 15. And it’s no longer my job to make sure he and his friends are playing nice. It’s him. Against the world.
I never knew it would be this hard. these little baby steps to independence... only they aren't really baby steps anymore. He's running full bore.
The friends did come around. He went out, and had a good time. I was glad for him.
But it's so sad for me.