Anything But Simple

I usually try to link up with Simple Things on a Monday but as I came to write my post this morning I feel completely distracted so here is a True Story instead.
I’ll think of another one for Sian next week, promise.
I was going to post a picture to say Happy Birthday to my son because today is his birthday, yes that’s a simple thing and I should have been able to post under that heading but my feelings today are anything but simple.

The thing is, my friend Jane always celebrates her son’s birthday by doing something special just for her. A new haircut, full body massage, eyelash tint, you know the kind of thing? I admire her greatly for this. I spend the day thanking god for the child I waited so long for and chatting and laughing with my husband about the many funny and wondrous things that happened on the day of his birth!
Anyway, back to the birthday.
On the playroom wall at our old house we had a wall of pictures, called Ben & Friends. One of the little group of photo’s was called Ben’s transport.
We had lots of lovely pictures of the brick truck, the garden train, the Noddy car, the little scooter, roller skates, (the donkey!)

Then the first bike with stabilisers , then the very posh Raleigh thing with bells and whistles and speedometers. He used to fly around on this bike like a thing possessed.

Then the micro scooter which was the biggest pain because he used to go so fast on it in the house and then one day I saw him attach it to the dog! the poor thing was pulling him along on the scooter!
And then we moved.
The boy was too big for a special wall of pictures. (he said)
Now he was mad about building things that move and fixing things, preferably with an engine. A lawn mower first, Oh the noise! It never cut any grass mind.
Then came the bigger scooter. The body was in poor repair and the engine was in a cardboard box. We gave this to him one Christmas! He spent a whole year restoring it to its former glory. I remember the special colour paint for it cost more than the bike cost us!
Then there was the car. Oh dear the worry, I was nearly sick with it. I went in the car once while he was learning. I had to lay in the back seat with my head covered.
He is a very considerate driver now. At least he is when I am in his car with him.
So is there a point to this?
Well today as I said is his birthday, it is Easter Monday and he is taking his full motorbike test! I am not at all surprised of course, his whole life has been building up to this day.
I need to write this down, I need to say how I feel, I need to share it in my special place, my blog.
We are proud of course, he is a lovely sensible young man, we are happy for him, doing something he has talked about and dreamed of for years but we are also worried, frightened, nervous and stressed right now. Our baby is out on a motorbike! Ok he is 22, but as all mothers know, in my heart he will always be ‘my baby’
I am thinking a full body massage plus alcohol with my friend sounds just about right to me just now.

Wishing my boy a very happy, safe and most of all, fun birthday! Mx

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