“What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?”
Rose Kennedy

Today is the anniversary of the day I was given the greatest gift of all. Twenty-nine years ago today, my son was born. I will never forget the fierce “mother lion” instinct that overwhelmed me as I held him in my arms for the very first time.

He was the most amazing child. We had such fun together. He always entertained me with stories and jokes. I will from time to time see a little boy who reminds me of my son in some way, with a sprinkle of freckles across his nose, or a devilish look in his eye, and the tears just leap into my eyes because I miss that little boy so much. How I would love to turn back the calendar and re-live those days!

Of course, I now have the joy of having a grownup son. My son is an amazing man. He is funny, smart, charming, brave, sweet, polite, and a little geeky. Well, maybe more than a little! He is honest and fair, happy and down to earth. He is often the one I turn to when I have a problem to discuss, and he often confides in me. I am so blessed that we have a close relationship despite having a continent between us now. Just the thought of him brings me joy.

Happy Birthday, son! I love you so.