Today I face reality. As much as I would love to continue to believe that I'm forty, the mirror and the fact that my oldest son turns forty-three today belies the truth.
I regret that I live so very far from him, and it's been way too long since I've been able to spend time in his company. He always makes me laugh, feel appreciated, and keeps things from me when he knows I'll worry. But, the truth. I will worry about him until the day I die. He's my firstborn, my blood, my life.
Imagine that on his birthday, I would get a greeting. My son is very fortunate to have the ideal friend in Paul, and this is what he sent me today.
"It's your son's birthday, I'm sure it will be swell, but when you get right down to it....YOU did all the work and made him who he is. As I sent him in a text message a few moments ago, meeting and becoming friends with Skid is easily the greatest thing that ever happened to me. You did a fine job raising a fine boy and I love you both!!"
Receiving this message touched my heart, so much that I had to share it. It may be my son's birthday, but it's special for me because it's rich in memories and filled with love. Happy Birthday, Scott. I hope you know how much your mother loves you... and thank you, Paul for such a heartfelt tribute. Every one should have a friend like you.
How sweet!
ReplyDeleteAnd I know what you mean about the age thing: I tried to joke about my 25th class reunion, saying I was 29. But the math didn't add up:)
Yeah..child prodigy at 4!!
Ging, you know you've always been like a sister to me, right? So I won't tell you I'm 43, too... heehee
ReplyDeleteI agree with you, though. Our kids make us feel old! Mine sure do. My oldest is 24 and my youngest 21. And we won't mention how old I look to my grandkids... lol
~Phyllis~