Winnie the Pooh
My son turned 30 recently and I find it hard to accept that he is that old or that I am old enough to have a 30 year old son. Those 30 years went by pretty darn fast! However, there is an up side. Being mother to this fine young man is by far the best thing I have ever done. I always say he is my proudest accomplishment and greatest joy.
What an amazing gift he has been to me. His good and kind nature, quick and curious mind, sharp wit, loving spirit and sincere honesty have kept me entertained and on my toes from Day One.
And with Mother's Day coming up it is a further reminder of how fortunate I am to have this incredible human being and his wonderful wife in my life. (This is not sucking up to get my garden roto-tilled by the way.) In fact I am taking a chance at annoying him with what he might term as sappy, sentimental drivel. I'll take that risk and drivel away. (Might be turning my garden the old fashion way...with a shovel though.)
This entry was begun weeks ago and I can't seem to finish it. Perhaps because it is so personal and the subject, my son, is emotionally overwhelming to me. So in order to finish this and get it out there for Mother's Day I have resorted to the words of others. Even using others' words I will be typing through tears...the sweet, happy kind.
Many thanks to the people that wrote these lovely words. I obviously couldn't have said it better myself.
"There has never been nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between a mother and son."
"You are the poem I dreamed of writing,
the masterpiece I longed to paint.
You are the shining star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled.
You are my child.
Now with all things I am blessed."
"And she loved a little boy very, very much, even more than she loved herself."
The Giving Tree
"He's the best thing about me."
"Your son will hold your hand for only a little while but he will hold your heart for a lifetime."
"Sons are the anchors of a mother's life."
"The most precious jewels around your neck are the arms of your children."
"You are my sonshine."