Happy birthday son

As if turning thirty seven this week didn’t make me feel old, my son being sixteen today makes me feel positively ancient! It is such a cliche to say that it only feels like yesterday that he was born but seriously, it only feels like yesterday that he was born! Gone in a blink of an eye people!

I had my son two days after my twenty-first birthday which looking back, I guess seems terribly young nowadays. At the time though, it really didn’t feel like it. It was the best decision that we ever made. At twenty, I was more sorted than many of my friends who are now pushing forty. Mr Mostly and I had been together for over three very happy years when we decided to have a baby. We had bought our own house. I had a job that I loved and was really very good at. A baby was the icing on the cake. I know there is probably no right or wrong time for anyone to have a baby it’s such a huge and personal decision but actually, I can look back now and know that it was the perfect time for us.

I had a text book pregnancy with him. Morning sickness that passed by ten in the morning and disappeared after the magic twelve week mark. And other than the odd bout of sciatica, I sailed through the nine months with no real health problems. I used to read pregnancy magazines from cover to cover and was always the first one with my hand up at Happy birthday (Mostly) Yummy Mummymy antenatal classes. I loved every minute of it. I worked full time right up until my due date, finishing work on the Friday before he was due on the Tuesday. I was very much of the mind that pregnancy wasn’t an illness and I had no intention of spending weeks on maternity leave resting. What was the point in that? I was quite right I suppose but looking back, I still don’t know how I did it! As it turns out, he was ten days late. My first and very important lesson that my life could no longer be run with the military precision that it had before. This baby had his own agenda and quite right too.

I had never so much as held a newborn baby before my own son. I remember having a mild panic during my ridiculously quick labour that I was having a baby. Like an actual baby. What was I thinking? But that was soon forgotten the minute he was passed into my arms. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for how I would feel the minute I laid eyes on him. Our baby boy. We made him. Something so completely ordinary is actually the most extraordinary thing you will ever do. I loved him with all my heart. A kind of love that I never knew existed. A few hours after he was born, it was just the two of us and I just sat gazing at him as he snuffled away in his sleep laid in his goldfish bowl crib. The midwife on duty told me off for still being awake and said I should get some sleep while I could. She was right of course but I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. This baby right here, was the meaning of life. He was all that mattered in the world to me. And do you know what? Sixteen years and four children later, I still feel completely in awe. I will never know how I got so lucky.

My son made me the person that I am today. I might have taught him to use a knife and fork, spell his ridiculously long name and lift the toilet seat up, but he has taught me so much more. Becoming a mother has taught me love, pride, patience, sheer utter joy and so much more. I am far from being a perfect parent. In fact, the longer I do this parenting thing for the more I am certain that there is no such thing. You can only do your best and hope that it’s good enough. I’m the first to admit that I have been making it up as I go along and actually, never more so than during these teenage years. Oh my godfathers give me sleepless nights and temper tantrums any day over teenage woes. But somehow we have made it to sixteen in just about one piece. I’m now seeing a glimpse of the amazing man that he is about to become. And I couldn’t love him more. Happy birthday son.

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Blissfully happy (mostly) yummy mummy to four children and (occasional) domestic goddess. Aspiring author and blogger extraordinaire.
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6 Responses to Happy birthday son

  1. Kim Carberry says:

    Aww! Happy birthday to your son! Hope he has a fab day!!

  2. Head in Book says:

    Such a lovely post – happy birthday to you both

  3. Susan Mann says:

    Aww that is beautiful twinny. Happy birthday to your baby boy and you’ve both done a wonderful job together. xx

  4. Peggy says:

    Aww this is such a beautiful post! Happy birthday to your boy, I hope he has a good one x

  5. @HelenW71 says:

    Such a lovely post. When to have a baby, whether they’re planned, the pregnancy & birth are all so different, but this post really captures the magic that most of us are lucky enough to feel when that baby is born. I got a bit misty eyed when you described that 1st night as it could’ve been mine with Lia’s, complete with telling off from the midwife.
    He’s a very lucky boy to have such a loving family, such a caring & eloquent Mum. Happy birthday to him. Hxx
    PS I’m in denial about the teenage years, please tell me this bit isn’t true…. 😝

  6. Fiona Chick says:

    This is a lovely post. I’m quite envious of women in their 30s with teenagers. I have a friend who had her son at 20, which does seem extraordinarily young, but actually, I think I would have had way more energy for my 1 and 2 year old sons in my early 20s than I do now in my early (to mid) 30s! And how lovely that you can see glimpses of the man he is going to become. Happy belated birthday to him (o:

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