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SoCS & JusJoJan the 22nd – the icing on the cake

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much to everyone who wished me a happy birthday today.

It was a lovely birthday, all said and done, thanks to Alex and his teacher at school.

He had his cooking exam last week, so he cooked me a wonderful dinner in class on Friday of roasted chicken and potatoes and vegetables, which he served to me tonight.

The cake he baked in class on Thursday, and yes, there was extremely sweet icing on the cake.

I’d say he passed his exam with flying colours!

I’m going to miss having him go to school next year, now that he’s aged out.

And the t-shirt he gave me! “World’s Best Mom” in his own handwriting. It made me cry.

I think I might adopt his teacher.

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Poetic RITUals – Birthday Giveaway!

Celebrate with Ritu, and get her book of poetry for free! 😀 ❤


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It’s Official

As of today, two of my children are adults. My middle son turned 18 today.

It’s really strange for me. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m in a unique position. I can watch him shave his face, reach up to hug him because he’s so much taller than I am, and yet I bought him Lego to unwrap today – the contradiction being because he is severely autistic.

I feel sad that he isn’t like his older brother – thinking about moving in with his girlfriend. I don’t know that he’ll ever have one.  But at the same time I am, very very slightly, content that for a while longer I will be able to watch over him.

A very happy birthday to you, Chris.

Chris

I love you very much.


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My Baby is a Teenager

Ah, the innocent narcissism of a child. Not to be confused with the pathological sickness found in some adults, we are born with a strong sense of self-preservation, and it’s not until we grow that we realize our own needs aren’t all there are. I wonder where we cross over. Is it the first time we see our own mother cry? Somewhere, somehow, compassion becomes a part of our psyche, and that’s where the narcissism of childhood ends.

However, on days like today nothing matters to my son, Alex, except Alex. My baby turns thirteen years old today and he’s extremely proud of himself. It’s delightful to me to see him bask in his own glow. It was beyond my wildest dreams when he was born that he’d ever reach this milestone, and so I’m happy to make his every wish come true.

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Alex ‘n’ Me

Four foot two, and sixty pounds, he’s a dynamo of enthusiasm and love for everyone around him. In his mind he is as small as his frail physique; as much as his physical age is telling him he needs independence, he still comes to mom for cuddles when something hurts. He retains that childish innocence – that me me me mindset, and yet he’ll pat me lovingly on the cheek if I say I have a headache.

I have no idea how long his childishness will last… I have no idea what to expect of tomorrow, but I do know one thing:  Today, nothing matters but my baby.