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2 Comments:Congratulations, Mama! I remember 1976 and all the bicentennial festivities. Weren't you living in a Yurt back then? Such a granola girl! ;-) Bess, what a sweet post. He's very lucky to have you as a mother. Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, May 12, 2006 30 years and 1 hour ago, one perfect baby boy came out to greet the world. While I am sure there have been many babies who were as welcome as he, I know there have never been, nor will there ever be, any babies who were more welcomed. Some mamas get lucky and I was such a one. A colleague once asked me if I had any children and I answered, without even thinking, that I had One, Perfect, Angel-Baby, Darling, Only Son. She looked a little taken aback, but as the words rolled off my tongue, I realized they were absolutely true. When he was a wee chap, part of his birthday celebration was to hear The Story of William - a retelling of the eventful three day process of his birth. I am sure he got a soppy weepy version the year he turned 18 because I was so soppy and weepy about his impending departure for college, but it’s been many a year now since we got all maudlin about that powerful week in 1976. My Bicentennial Baby I would say, proudly, throughout the summer. He’s all grown up now and out there making his place in the world. But all those years when he was Our Little Boy are a rich store of memories for me, housed in the cupboard of my mind, ready to be picked up, fondled, sighed over and then replaced, secure in the knowledge that they are there forever, those precious memories. Happy Birthday, William. posted by Bess | 7:28 AM |
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