It was yesterday, right? Okay, maybe only a few weeks ago.
What? A quarter century has passed? No. Not possible.
Because I know there is a beautiful baby boy out there who was bald for two years before he sprouted the most amazing golden curls. I have forgotten his colic. I will deny he ever went through the terrible twos. I am sure I remember that he was the perfectly well-behaved teenager.
I absolutely know he makes his mama proud every single day of his life.
Of all the times in my life I wish I could take back, edit, alter, do over–two I wouldn’t change for any amount of anything in the world: RG Son and RG Daughter.
Happy birthday sweet baby boy. Tonight, scant hours before you were born a baby of the 80s, I am sending you all the colorful wooden blocks, the zillions of Lego pieces, the hundreds of Playmobile characters, the thousands of plastic green Army men, the hundreds of volunteer hours at your various schools, the multiple road trips we took on the spur of the moment when your dad was out of town for work, the 20 great visits to you in college, the hand-me-down furniture from my teen years that is now in your apartment.
Happy birthday to “the best baby in the world.” Happy birthday to a toddler who was too darn cute to scold. Happy birthday to an earnest grade schooler. Happy birthday to a middle schooler who shined on stage. Happy birthday to a high schooler who did it his way. Happy birthday to a college kid who figured it out in his way.
Happy birthday to my handsome, successful young man, to whom I will always send my unconditional love.
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4 responses to “A Quarter Century of Baby Love”
Happy Birthday, RG Son! well done, mom! 😉 xooxo
Happy Birthday to RG son!
Belated birthday wishes, RGSon!! And RG, you keep giving me glimpses of my future (my boy is 4 1/2), AND YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My favorite post of yours to date.
Beautiful.
Happy Birthday RG son!