Difficult starting this morning because I am feeling so ill.
No thoughts are coming to my head except to go back to bed. Everything on me
feels run down. Congested. Sore. Achy. The typical cold symptoms and I feel bad
for feeling ill on this special day - on the day my son came into our lives 15
years ago. The Ides of March.
So I think this blog will be short and sweet to commemorate
my son and my mother-in-law as they share this special day together. But at the
same time to honour me by allowing myself to go back to bed. And what is so
good about this is that my son has reached the age where it doesn’t matter whether
his parents plan a special celebration for him, he and his friends have plans
to go out today and hang out anyway so he will be fine while I am in bed.
My young man who is broody, moody but has a heart of gold
still. Still very sensitive to wanting everyone and everything around him to be
okay but yet keeps himself slightly distant. Slightly aloof from the rest of
us. But with his eye always on us. The yin and yang of boy on the cusp of
manhood.
And it is also my mother in-law’s 88th birthday
today. So special that her only grandson and she share the same date. So special
that two people that could
be so very different came into this world on the same
date. She some73 years before our son.
He in Bermuda. She in England. Both a connection obviously beyond our
comprehension.
She at the ends of her days. He at the beginning. Showing
the dichotomy of life. There are always beginnings and endings and journeys in between.
Though he is at the beginning and she at the end. Both are still journeying.
Both are still experiencing life just at different stages. He with his eyes
still wide open. Mind still absorbing like a sponge. Still developing his
thoughts. Still trying to find his way. Trying to understand his purpose and
where he fits in in this world.
She, on the other hand, has come to terms with lots of things
in her life. Has said goodbye to many and just lives out each day as she says
grateful when her eyes open in the morning and she is still here. What a lovely
thought that there is more gratitude simply from waking up in the morning. If only
we can remember this each day when we awake. How much of a miracle it is when we
awake each day that we do.
So with that I am accepting my illness, my soreness, my
achiness with gratitude because I did wake up this morning grateful for my son,
for my mother-in-law and for my family for all they bring into my life. And now
I am giving myself permission to go back to bed so I can be here for more days
to enjoy them even more when I am feeling 100%.
Happy birthday to my handsome and beautiful son, our dark
star who chose us as his parents 15 years ago to help to guide him through his
mortal journey. We love him to infinity and beyond. We love watching who he is
becoming – both the challenging and the loving.
Happy birthday to my mother-in-law who brought her son into
this world for me to love. Showing us both that age is but a number as she
still is as feisty and as together she ever. We love her to infinity and
beyond.
A special day shared by two special people in my life. Grateful
beyond words for them both. With love, honour and respect Happy birthday to you
both for including me in your lives. Namaste.
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