Yesterday, my son was over for a little birthday party. He turned twenty-one last Sunday. Saturday night into Sunday morning was his time with his older sister, but yesterday was spent with his little sister…and me.
Brhiannon blew up the balloons, I put up streamers, and cooked a meal for Sean. Of course, there was ice cream cake. He graciously listened to my kind of music for a while until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Then I found a Metallica CD (which I like) and put it on for him. We gave him gifts. This is what Brhiannon made for him.
Claywork of her big brother carrying her.
I used to carry him. I look at him and I think, was it all that long ago, when I used to hold his little hand in mine and carry him on my hip? Oh, but God help me, even as I look at him and have to lean my head back, because he’s so much taller, I still see that little boy. Doesn’t matter if my eyes show me something different or how much I know he’s a young man now. In my heart he’s my baby.
I don’t think that will ever change.
I don’t want it to. It’s my right as a mother….and one I will always exercise.
Demian,
~DreamSinger
