Friday, November 23, 2007

Twenty Four - And All Growed Up

No. 1 son was born on the 12th. of October 1983.

He was an extremely silent child until he was 2 years old.

When he was a little boy he had night terrors that used to terrify me.

When he was a teenager, he used to have night terrors of a different kind. They terrified me even more.

He used to think too much.

He still thinks too much.

He's an affectionate, funny, artistic, independent, curious, dreaming young man.

And all growed up.

Where did the years go?

And how did I get so lucky?

And why do I still worry about him?


CS said...

Oh, I can so relate. NOt quite there, but I can already see it happening. (Handsome son you have there, by the way.)

Molly said...

Because he'll always be your baby, no matter how tall he grows, or how far away he goes. You're his mother. It goes with the territory. Didn't you read the job description when you signed up?

mcewen said...

Damned fine looking too!

My eldest is 26 so I know what you mean. Gone in the blink of an eye [less than that really]
Best wishes

Tracey Petersen said...

He is beautiful and looks ready to take on the world.

The world needs thinkers and dreamers. There are too many realists for my liking.

Stomper Girl said...

Go on! I'm 40 and my parents still worry about me...

Happy birthday to your handsome dreamer boy.

sMC said...

good gawd woman you must have been a child bride.
Like Molly said Read the Instructions No 1 Worry, and if there is nothing to worry about, then worry because of that.
My No1 is 38 and I still worry.

Ian Lidster said...

You're very lucky, and he looks dashing and yet scholarly in his robes.
And you will always worry because you're his Mum. He too is blessed.

meggie said...

Being a parent is a lifetime committment.
Handsome man.