Today is my son’s birthday. I gave him Grateful Dead T shirts from Liquid Blue like I have since he was a teenager. In fact, he still has some of the really old ones. The difference this year, though, is that he’s a father. Taking pictures of his twin babies in the Grateful Dead T shirts that I gave him. BJ and I grew up together. I had him at 18 when I was living in Germany. Scared to death and stupid. Literally, stupid. BJ was the first baby I ever held and I didn’t have anyone to show me how to mother a baby so I learned as I went. I hope I did a good job. I know he is a fine man. He is the second greatest man I have ever known-next only to my father. We’ve been through a lot together and to this day, even though he is still a young’un in my book, I trust him to take care of me and his sister when I need him. He does. He was with me when my daddy breathed his last and was the first to convince me I could do it when I found out his sister was coming and my life was in shambles with both parents dying. He’s the one who constantly tells me I’m strong and can handle all this ‘stuff’ that has been going on in the past year-it’s the closest to hearing my Daddy’s voice I’ll ever come again. And he’s the best brother a little girl could ever have. Despite their quarter of a century age difference, BJ and his sister have the most amazing bond and I am grateful knowing that if the worst happened and I wasn’t here for her, he would be. He’s a wonderful father and brother, a talented engineer, a loving partner to Lora and the best son a mother could ask for. I am grateful and I am blessed that thirty-one years ago, I was given the gift of my son. Happy Birthday, Sunshine. I love you more than air.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 02:23:15 +0000
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