Happy 37th Birthday to my second child and older son Joseph. The things that we old moms remember and treasure about our children are odd. One memory that I always hold dear was when Joseph went into the back part of our farm and cut down one of my prize evergreens and drug it home to be our Christmas tree. It was in October; the tree did not make it until Christmas and that stand of pines was forever after snaggle-toothed; but the memory of that moment is absolutely golden. Another time, I came home from the grocery store and Joseph presented me with a pair of earrings that he had created by removing the crystals from our chandelier. When Joseph was still a toddler, he began to disappear for periods. Invariably, I would find him sitting on the closest floor, encircled by the latest alarm clock that he just had to look inside. The jeeps came a bit later. Unfortunately, the jeeps were too big to hide in a closet. Dead jeeps and their parts filled my garage for years. Joseph has always been creative and bright. Memories of him and his childhood still glow. Neither time nor miles can erase the memories of a mothers child.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 15:53:45 +0000
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