I may have the odd identity crisis every now and then, but today I know who I am.
I am mother - three times over. A proud mother I may add.
I have raised three children- now adults and parents themselves.
Funnily enough I still see them as children, but do acknowledge their adulthood at the same time.
Thirty-nine years ago I gave birth to number two child- a son.
What a darling baby he was too. So easy to care for. A gentle natured baby who's babyhood went like a dream. If it had been possible I would have ordered 4 more just like him - I thought at the time! Don't get me wrong, I am totally satisfied and thrilled with the children I had and wouldn't swap them for anything- just something mothers say sometimes, isn't it?
Not that we didn't have the odd worry. Adenoids a problem right from the word go, Rheumatic fever, accidents galore. He was quite the stitched up teddy bear. Somehow always managing to be in that 'wrong place' at the 'right?' time.
As far as his nature is concerned, he carries my dad's gene. Gentle and fair but firm, loving, generous and cares for others in an unselfish way. That's how I see him.
As a child he didn't have many wants or demands. His birthday list would contain things like, colour pencils, marbles, a comic. On the whole a contented child. Not a saint, he did have his moments but he quickly re-found his balance.
Today I am totally immersed in memories of my son- his birth, childhood and growing up. He lives a world away- but is present in my heart. I experienced the odd ache because of the distance, I smile at the memories and I swell with pride at having had the privilege of raising him.
We chatted this morning, I have a cake in the oven for tonight when my discussion group friends come over for our weekly gathering. He deserves my time and attention- especially today, Mother and Son day!