Well, it's definitely turning to Winter. And I've pretty much pulled up the drawbridge and am ready to hibernate. Probably why I'm not blogging so much...though I'm usually lurking on Facebook, twitter etc.
Life is what it is, wintery, bit grey, good bits...
I will confess to having a bit of trouble with the fact that in 10 days time, Boy will be 18 years old! 18 years old! How the fuck did that happen? Eighteen years ago, I was married, living in Fakenham, waiting impatiently for his arrival. Eighteen years later, he's got a part-time job, a girl friend and is in college doing his A-levels. He's gone from bump to this fine young man, for whom I just feel this immense maternal love and pride.Bless him, he's being patient with me. I've been giving him loads of cuddles, hugs and generally checking him out. I just can't get my head around it. Honestly, my heart hurts sometimes at the immensity, the wonder, the love and joy of him.
So much has changed in that time. It would be tempting to say, so much is still the same. But I wonder now if that's true. Looking ahead into the future, I wonder what Life will be like. Will he have a family, a career, be living near or far from me? I look forward to seeing him, a man, a husband, a father. One thing that won't change, he'll still be my baby. I think he's resigned himself to it. I might be knocking on 59, and he'll be 36 and I'm pretty sure he's still going to be my Boy.
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ReplyDeletevon LX ~ it's scary, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteMy Ronan phoned last week, wanting my advice. All my children are thoroughly independent, but still come to me when they need me. You're right, he'll be your Boy forever.
ReplyDeleteZ is right, he'll always be your boy! look at me! LOL xoxoxox
ReplyDeletez ~ I just love the way he looks at me, when he brings me a problem, I'm able to put it into perspective and he looks at me like I'm his own personal superhero.
ReplyDeleteMind you, I still want my mum when I'm poorly.
savannah ~ I know. I'm having enough trouble with 18; 40 is making my head hurt.