Tuesday, November 11, 2014

happy birthday baby

Can it really be 22 years ago since my son was born?  The memories are all so fresh.

Since I was a little girl, I have always kept diaries.  I suppose the only surprise about my blogging is that I hadn't started sooner.  In many of my entries, going back to when I was in college, my hope was always that I’d be happily married and a mother.  While the former never quite happened, the latter did.

Becoming a mother is absolutely the best thing that ever happened to me.  I remember Alexander’s elementary school principal once saying that when you become a parent, your heart forever walks outside your body.  I think of that quote often.

Like most parents, I want more for Alexander than I want for myself.  I experience his hurts more deeply than my own.  And his triumphs make me happier than any of my own possibly could.

Alexander is complicated.  There are times I don’t understand him.  He might say I never do.  His perspective of the world is different from mine. I have a type-A personality; his is further down the alphabet.

When Alexander turned one, I wrote him a long poem.

November 11, 1993.  Sweater and hat made by Phyllis.
It ends this way:


With open eyes and grabby hands
Amazement on your face.
So eager to take every crumb,
All life you do embrace.

Don’t ever lose the passion and
The awe each new day brings.
For ceiling fans and cordless phones
And other common things.

And while I know that as you grow
Some days will take their toll.
Your happy spirit I do pray
Locks firm within your soul.

Happy birthday, baby.  I love you.

                                            Mom
November 11, 1993



My hopes for my son, along with my passion, have not changed. I expect they never will.


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