This is the day...

I was in the shower at 6.50 this morning, and the thought struck me.... At just this time 22 years ago, I became a mother. That's right. My son was born May 20, 1986.

I didn't see him today. He's away celebrating and visiting one of his oldest friends in Edinburgh. Last year, he was in the middle of exams, and wasn't doing any celebrating, but as it was his 21st birthday, I couldn't bear to let the day pass without seeing him, so I drove to Dublin, we had lunch, and I drove back. It was worth it, to be with him on that day.

This boy (man!) is so special. Of course, every son is to their mother. Well, he is! And I'm so glad he's in my life, and so proud of him.

At just this time 22 years ago, I was lying in a state of exhilarated bliss staring at a little blue-wrapped bundle in my arms, singing a nonsense-song to him, with words that ran along the lines of "You're my baby, I'm your Mummy, You're my baby boy, my bonny, bonny baby boy, and I'm your Mummy...." and wondering how the nurses could expect me to ever want to sleep, ever close my eyes and shut off that view of the most perfect being that had ever been seen on planet Earth. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

I still do.