Today is our oldest son’s FIFTEENTH birthday. How the devil
did that happen? How can my darling baby boy possibly be old enough for a
driver’s permit and all that entails? Now I’m not gonna sit here and blow some
smoke at you and pretend it’s all been roses raising the child. He’s one
hardheaded, determined, questioning personality who gets to hit up against his
equally stubborn, determined, and demanding Momma (genetics, I hear you calling
my name – or put another way, when my Momma said, “you’ll understand one day”,
I think she was cursing, err blessing my future progeny). We’ve had a ride
including getting correct diagnoses of a couple of conditions. And honestly I
wouldn’t trade a single moment.
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| My older son and my goddaughter go for a "ride". |
My children have taught me to love with a deepness and
unselfishness that I never knew I was capable of. I have gotten up in the
middle of the night and rushed to an ER. I have been insulted and questioned
and blamed. I have also been cuddled and kissed and reached for, and there is
nothing like parenthood to put all the crap of life totally in perspective.
Jackie Kennedy once said, “If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think
whatever else you do matters very much.” Well, at only 15, we still have miles
to go. But my clarinet playing, tender-hearted, Xbox-adoring, stubborn son who
is such an individual and already quite comfortable in his own skin makes me
proud. Happy Birthday, my baby…and you can’t have my keys yet.
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