My middle son turned 27 today. My "baby" turned 24 this summer and my oldest will be 30 in December. Yikes!
I can only imagine how my mom feels, knowing her baby (me) is 56. But I can see in her eyes when she looks at me, even though our roles are somewhat reversed now, that I'm still her baby.
Have you read that book, "Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch?
Tonight, after TG and I sang "Happy birthday" to Daniel, we were laughing about the mom in the book... well, I don't want to give it away if you haven't read it.
Some things never change, and like the mom in the book, my babies will always be my babies, even though they are all taller than me, and more often than not, they are the ones doing the teaching, not me.
They all know it, too, because I read that book to them over and over and over, laughing and crying every time.
If you're a mom and you haven't read it, you need to. But have a tissue handy. I'm serious.
"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be."
But back to Daniel's birthday...
For the first time in a long time, I didn't make cyclops cookies. I just didn't have time. I shouldn't even be taking the time to write this now.
But, hey, you only celebrate the 27th anniversary of your middle child's birth once, right? So I bought him beer, which I hope kind of made up for no cyclops cookies.
Happy birthday, Daniel! Here's to many, many more!