As I mentioned in the last post, our son will be 18 this week and it feels like a ‘big deal’ that he has reached this important week. I have been thinking a lot about the things that I treasure most from those 18 years:
1. The fact that he is what I call a ‘peace baby’ ~ one who has grown up with the peace process in Northern Ireland.
2. The fact that the endless hours we spent playing with any kind of a ball from when he was in his high chair has translated into a passionate love of sport.
3. The envelope of his burnished gold curls that I stowed away ~ especially when he decided to adopt the cool, clean hero look.
4. That year, when he was four, when we devoted so much time to focussing on the changing seasons ~ going off to find newborn lambs in the fields, searching for bird’s nests …..
5. The fact that he had the chance to get to know and spend time with three of his grandparents.
6. The fact that he didn’t inherit my shyness.
7. The fact that being bitten on the face by a dog when he was 11 didn’t turn him off dogs.
8. The way he has always called me ‘Jean.’
9. The time I saw him running towards me in hospital two days after he had been admitted with suspected meningitis
10. The times he and I spent in our beloved Ballyvaughan, Co. Clare.
11. The fact that I didn’t lose him to ‘another’ that night he went to his first disco in Tenerife when he was five!
12. All those nights that we shared with me reading to him at bedtime and him begging for ‘just one more page’ over and over.
13. The fact that he has finally learned how to use the microwave.
14. The way he phones me about 10 times to update me when he goes to see the Waterford team playing hurling matches.
15. His absolute love of Tramore which means so much to me too.
16. The way he stands up for the underdog.
17. His hearty laugh.
18. The fact that he doesn’t read this blog!