| relaxed1 |
I've heard it said that birthdays are a time for reflection. That hasn't been true for me, until today. No, it's not my birthday (and in any case, I stopped counting years ago). Today my youngest turned 18.
I found myself getting quite emotional as I phoned to wish him a happy birthday. I've no idea why. Perhaps it was wonderment that, after such an un-promising start to life where it was unclear whether he would make it through 18 hours, he should have grown up into a young man that any parent would be proud of.
All I know for sure is that, through all the highs and lows of my life, the one constant joy has been seeing my children grow up into gorgeous adults, helping them towards realising their ambitions, learning to make their own decisions (and picking up the pieces when they've realised that they made a wrong one).
I know that my job will never be finished, that the awesome responsibility that I freely accepted when they were born will continue throughout my life. But I also know that I can be proud of how they have turned out so far.
| 3 Dec 10, 2:08 PM chelsea UK(NW), 5 yrs |
Dear relaxed1 "It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself." Joyce Maynard Enjoy his birthday and your life together today and for ever more.
Love and peace. Edited 3 Dec 10, 2:09 PM by chelsea |
| 3 Dec 10, 2:08 PM anne_marie UK(SE), 5 yrs |
Its my B'day today..... On a day where the papers are full of baby Charlie its nice to hear a parent who knows what it is to be a parent, and not only takes it seriously but relishes it, adores it and understands what a hard, tiring, heartbreaking, joyful, soul nourishing, thankless, worthwhile job it is. Joy and happiness to you and yours at this mushy time of year. ie my B'day. I like being me it pisses off all the right people. I am a bloody rude aggressive person. |