Sunday, January 29, 2012

Some Kind of Thresh Hold

This blog post is NOT about me--although, I confess, the thresh hold that is being crossed affects me.  You see, in just a few hours, my elder child will turn 40.

The photo above is of our son Geoffrey and our daughter-in-law Christy.

While there are many photos I could choose of him, this one seemed most fitting.  Of course I have those wonderful baby photos, and the little boy photos too.  I have used them before on the occasion of his birthday.  But the photo of you two together is just right.

This time I want to write about a few scenes which I hold dear in my mother's  heart.
  • I remember a day when you were about 18 months old.  I had just come home from teaching, carrying you, along with a bag of your supplies from the baby-sitter's, complete with a container of Spaghettios.  I don't know how I got distracted, but for a moment I turned my back.  When I came back into the room, there you sat with the Spaghettios container opened and smeared all over the place. 
  • I remember how you fell off a coffee table, and cut your head.  We had to rush you to a hospital to get some stitches.  And I remember how white your dad's face was as he helped to hold you so you would be comforted while the doctor worked on you.
  • I remember the first time you walked alone up the sidewalk to a neighbor's house so you could play with your friend.  I thought--wow, he's on his own.
  • I remember how you reacted when we told you we were going to have another baby--you said, oh good, now I won't be an only child anymore.
  • I remember how sweet you were (most of the time) with your sister.   And still are.
  • I remember how proud we were when you won academic recognition and went off to the college of your choice.
  • I remember when you came home and told us you had met someone special--and you asked if you could bring her (Christy) along on our family vacation.
  • I remember that only when you headed to grad school did I cry--realizing you really WERE on your own--but this time with Christy by your side.
  • I remember how happy you and Christy were on your wedding day--even though you hadn't thought to get programs ready and printed until the morning of the wedding.
  • I remember several moves we helped you with.--to apartments, to houses.
  • I remember--
A mother does remember--and I am proud, so very proud, that you are our son.  

So, special love to you this day--as you celebrate your 40th birthday.


Nance said...

Lucky mother; lucky son.

Ginnie said...

I love that there are so many Aquarians in my life ...sending Happy Returns to your son and to you on the 13th!

NCmountainwoman said...

Very nice tribute to your son. I agree with Nance...lucky mother, lucky son.

Climenheise said...

I love these memories. And I remember when Geoffrey was born too. I left the country! 40 years ago. Happy Birthday, Geoffrey!

Tossing Pebbles in the Stream said...

This is a lovely tribute to a good son. It is so nice you have no regrets.

Ruth said...

I bet some days you still think you are in your 40s. Time goes by so quickly. A nice tribute to your son and a belated happy birthday.