Today, Sunday, April 17, 2011, is the thirty fourth anniversary of my becoming a mother. It is the thirty fourth birthday of my first born.
He was due April 1, so he was maddeningly late. Those last two weeks my mother, grandmother and aunt called me every day to see if there was any news. My aunt worked at the hospital where I was going to have the baby. If she called and I wasn’t home, she would call the Labor and Delivery floor to see if I was there. When I did finally arrive, the nurses all exclaimed, “Mrs. Cooper! We’ve been waiting for you!”
To say I was thrilled with my little boy does not even begin to cover it. He was a beautiful baby, pink and round. And so good! He rarely cried, slept like a log and solemnly took in the world with his big blue eyes.
He was a friendly, engaging toddler, interested in everything, talking non-stop, and always, always wanting to learn. When he was three he had me copy out the alphabet for him and show him the letters for his name so he could learn to write it. On his own he did this. Although the very first thing he wrote were the words “fire truck”, as that was his current obsession.
He was always mature for his years and a hard worker. When he was 13, again all on his own, he went to the local pizza shop and asked for a job. They gave him a broom and he has been working at some job or another ever since.
When he was twenty, he explored the country, working his way across the United States, from Maine, down the east coast to the South and across the South to California. It took him more than a year. I was worried sick the whole time he was gone, but I was so proud of him. Most people only dream of such an adventure, he actually did it.
He worked his way through college and law school, graduating with honors, and now is a respected attorney with a prestigious firm. He chose a lovely woman as his wife.
My sweet and funny little boy has brought me more joy than he will ever know. Nothing will ever change that.
As Robert Munsch wrote in Love You Forever…
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.”
Happy birthday. Thank you for making me a mother.
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