How about that? My son turns 30 today - or, more precisely, he turned 30 very early this morning. I can't remember the exact time but his mother will.
Amazing thing it was welcoming this new son into the world. It was the first time for me - and for him for that matter.
I clearly recall walking out of the hospital - the old one in Canberra that has now been blown up -and getting into the car. The news came on the radio and I was very surprised that the first item was not about the birth of this new baby boy - seriously.
Over the next few days I came to understand why people often carry on about the birth of babies, gooing over them, congratulating the parents and generally being very chuffed about the state of the world. I wandered about with my chest puffed out as if I had actually done something special.
Which of course I had.
My son has made it to 30 as a competent, confident person. He will go on from here making his own decisions and his own life.
We got him started and I am pretty proud that we did.
2 comments:
Aww, shucks and stuff.
Which means you're not far off 60.
Just sayin'
Lovely. Really. Lovely.
*insert obligatory brothers are stupid comment here*
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