Yesterday was a day for of love. A day of celebration for my
son turning 13. A day when my family’s hearts were open to the Universe
allowing unobstructed love to guide us through the day.
It began with me getting up extra early to prepare my son
the chocolate chip pancakes and vegetarian sausages he wanted for breakfast.
Only to have my eight year old daughter up with me so excited about her
brother’s 13th birthday as if it were her own. Excited about the
card she had made for her brother with love. The banner she had made. She
couldn’t wait for his day to begin.
Our household waking up wishing our boy man a happy
birthday. Watching as he read his cards and opened his gifts. Having a family
hug. The birthday wishes from friends and family near and far. Leaving home
with our hearts full of joy. Driving into to school and work and hearing the
Captain from Mix 106 making a fuss over my son while reading out our birthday request
for him. Listening to his favourite song, Paradise by Coldplay played on the
radio just for him. Looking back in the mirror to see him swelling with pride.
Feeling special exactly what we wanted for him as he starts his teenage years.
Warming my heart watching him feeling loved and special.
Ending with a family dinner where I read my son the blog I
had written in his honour. Seeing his chest
swell some more. Him thanking me for making his day special. Portofino
Restaurant making a fuss over him singing him happy birthday and bringing over
a complementary dessert. Ending my son’s 13th birthday on a high.
As he went to sleep last night, he gave me an extra hug.
Thanked me for helping him to have a really great day. Those are the moments I
want to hold onto forever. Cherish. Not let go. I know my son is making his
journey away from me every single day now. His teenage years reminding me of
how much closer he is to leaving than staying.
Thirteen the age my life changed forever when my mother died
only one month after my thirteenth birthday. Leaving me alone. Afraid. Feeling
guilty. A girl woman. With no hope or dreams. I didn’t want that feeling for my
son. It was important for me to make his day special because I want him to
remember his thirteenth birthday as a birthday of love so no matter what
happens now he will know he is loved. He is special. And hope and pray he does
not experience the devastating tragedy I did when I was his age. But if he does
he will know in his heart the depth of my love for him. And the depth of the
love of his dad and sister. That he is special.
Yesterday was a day full of love, family and togetherness.
The perfect way for my son to enter his imperfect teenage years full of love,
wonder and peace. And knowing he is special.
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