This is my work buddy today. His name is BJ and he was born in December of 1998. It helps having a work buddy when I am about at my desk or in the house doing things. He is good company for me.
This post is to my son. He is graduating college this weekend. A long journey it has been. He entered the world at a whopping weight of 3 lbs 10 ounces and an astonishing length of 17 ¼ inches surprising us by coming early by three months. He didn’t even give me a hint that he was coming. The short trip to the hospital we arrived to find I was almost fully dilated. In the first two weeks of his life we almost lost him multiple times due to his heart and lung failing on him. Within those two weeks he gained a full pound. That should have been a red flag that I gave birth to a garbage disposal on two legs.
He now towers over me at over 6 feet and weighs roughly150 lbs. From day one he has been by my side, sometimes getting in between my feet. We did everything together. The pictures show me that. We have been through a lot of ups and downs. But it is magnified when you have a single child.
The awards, the ceremonies, the taxi trips to events, schools and a host of other things for that is what happens when you are a parent. He is a perfect blending of his parents. He is a carbon copy of his dad from head to toe. If I went into court the judge would surely deny any claim I have on him. My mom and mother in law both told me early on I had his chin and ears. You know, the things they tell moms when your child looks nothing like you.
But where he looks like his dad, his personality is me. It is like looking into a mirror. Some days that is fantastic, while others not so much. He has inherited some of his dad’s personality which offsets mine.
No longer is he my little man who was always by my side as I went about my day. Our roles constantly changing as we both got older. He can vote, drive, go to war, marry, have a child, work and a host of other things. I am excited to see where this new journey of his will take him. But he will never get to old to be my little man, my sidekick, my Bo, my son.
The greatest achievement I have every done and nothing I can ever do will top that.
These are my balls of yarn. Ever since last August when my mom showed me how to make morning slippers I have been obsessed. Growing up my two sisters and I were use to our mother creating a beautiful pair of footwear for us that not only kept us warm but were so much better than the store-bought ones you could get.
I have knitted over the years this and that but nothing major. When I went back home in August after my stepdad’s funeral I was determined for mom to show me how to make these. I would be there two weeks and I needed to keep her mind off what had just happen in her life. Those weeks went fast as she showed me a craft that she learned from her own mother years ago. Since then I have made four pairs and now working on my fifth. When she told me it was a good way to not be bored and stay busy she was not kidding.
Now when I am at the store I go by the yarn and fawn over the many different colors available to me. Sometimes I go overboard and get 11 skeins at one time like at my last visit. It is not only a great way to stay occupied but it is a conversational piece I am discovering as I bring my cloth bag with me when I have to wait somewhere like the doctor office. People will ask me what I am making and soon we are talking like old friends.
I wish I had learned sooner but am glad I finally made the conscious decision to learn. My next project with my mom will be to learn how to make woolen boots. Something that I hope my family will enjoy wearing as they have the slippers. Now when I call her up we have something new to talk about something to get her mind off her worries as we get into where we stand on our latest project.
Every time I pick up my needles I think of my mom and the time we spent in August as we fussed back and forth while I struggled to learn how to get the pattern right. But also it reminds me of two weeks when I had my mom all to myself as we knit in silence and yet we spoke volumes to each other.