A Mother’s Birthday Wishes

Fifteen years ago today I was in the labor room preparing for a long day. I had complications with my pregnancy and we had to induce. On the upside, we knew our son’s birthday well in advance. The downside? There is no labor worse than Pitocin induced labor. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

That aside, fourteen hours later I had a little bundle in my arms.

Ok, this picture was taken the next day, but you get the idea.

Duch and Baby, resting after a tough workout.
Duch and Baby, resting after a tough workout.


Today, my little bundle is fifteen. He surpassed my height last year. That doesn’t bother me anymore; in fact, it comes in quite handy. I couldn’t tell you when his voice finished changing – it was such a gradual process we only caught the occasional voice crack. But now he has a deeper voice, and he can hit those deeper, “manly” notes in conversation. Yes, I noticed his voice drops about half-an-octave when he talks to his girlfriend.

The next big milestone is driving. He’s so excited. A part of me is just as excited, but another part of me wants to wrap him up in that bundle and protect him, just as I did when I brought him home fifteen years ago. Alas, he’s grown too big for the baby blanket I still have in the memory box…

Happy Birthday, my teen-boy. I love you with all my heart.

His Dice Bag and his GF by his side.
His Dice Bag and his GF by his side.

2 thoughts on “A Mother’s Birthday Wishes

  1. I appreciate your joy in raising a wonderful son. Mine is 24, or will be in a couple of months. I also can appreciate what you went through with induced labor! I had to go that route when having my daughter 26 years ago. I remember the nurse coming in what it seemed like every minute telling me that she was going to up the pitocin drip. I finally yelled at her to stop coming in lol. My then husband said he followed her out into the hall to tell her just not to say anything when she comes in lol. Sons are wonderful aren’t they?

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