I was 17 years old when I was pregnant with Mason. I turned 18 only 6 weeks later. I was living in a new state (not Utah), no family around, only me and my then-husband, who was in the Navy.
I was so freaking scaried but so,so,so,so,so excited to meet him. And when I laid eyes on Mason I forgot every fear and knew he was here for me.
Being a teen mom wasn't easy.... but then again being a mom at any age isn't easy.... but it was odd to have a baby under my care when I was barely seen as an adult. So we grew together. We learned about each other. We counted on each other. Maybe a little more than other mother-son relationships.
Mason is such an amazing person. He's conquered each hurdle that autism threw at him. He's adjusted to having 2 families. He's such a horrible comedian but that never stops him from telling anyone a joke. He's a movie junky just like all of us. He's a Lego-loving, Rainbow Dash fan, chocolate manic!
Mason's an amazing brother. Mason with Hailey back in the day being gentle and soft.
He's received the Aaronic Priesthood. He's an apprentice painter/carpenter thanks to Mike taking him on handyman jobs. He's my best friend. He's been in my life for 13 years now and I am thankful for each day.
Mason and Me! He's still my boy and I absolutely love that!
He's 13!
