Giving birth is no easy task, especially because the process never ends. Once they place that squalling bundle in your arms a new kind of love is born with that baby. It is the kind of love that is always growing and maturing as the mother and child mark this special day each and every year.
Poor Michael. He was born to a mother that was still growing up herself. I was twenty years old when that bundle was handed to me; twenty years old and scared to death. I didn't have any younger siblings to practice on. I had no idea how to diaper or bathe or walk the floors at night trying to sooth a crying child; but this particular child was mine. The mother/son relationship was born.
I could lie and say that it has been easy; it hasn't. We have hit the roadblocks that every parent and child have to conquer through the years. We have loved and laughed and railed at one another and cried. We have had wonderful days and days from hell. I freely admit that I have been a lousy mother that occasionally gets something right. He has been such a sweet boy with an easy laugh and he has heard more than once "I love you but I don't like your actions right now."
All of this is why that birthing process never ends. He knows that no matter what happens in the world I will always love him to the moon and beyond and that I will always be there for him. I know that I have raised a man that I am so very proud of, never more so than when I watch him with his son. Michael now realizes why I tell him he will always be my baby. He will always be that bundle that they laid in my arms 46 years ago today and said, "It's a boy."
Such a touching tribute to that special bond between mother and child for all of us. Happy Birthday Michael. You are blessed to have a mother who loves you so much.
I raised two sons so I understand what you're talking about! Well said! (I was 22 when son #1 was born- but had two sisters and years of baby-sitting for practice!)
July 20th, 2017
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