My son is 26 today.
In years gone by there were parties..... all his classmates playing in the garden or entertained by a local magician, or a swimming trip or a camping sleepover, or bowling.....followed by a cake and the singing of happy birthday...with candles being blown out and a wish being made.......
My son is a grown man now. He is tall, and gentle, quiet and kind with a way of making sense of things in life that bewilder me...he has a job, a love in his life and friends and has not lived with us here in this house for some years.....but we speak every week and meet at least fortnightly.
Tonight we are all meeting for dinner....and in a few weeks we will 'house swap' ... we will spend the night in their flat and they will take over our house with a group of friends as a 'going out/catching up with Uni., friends/birthday get together'..... I am quite looking forward to me and the mister trying out somewhere else for the weekend.
Thinking back to 26 years ago, I was having my first, longed for child.
I was scared and yet had never felt more alive in my whole life.
There is no cake now, but I might buy one on the way home from work and find a candle from somewhere so that he, or maybe I, can relive those boyhood times.....he never knew that everytime I watched him blow out his candles and make a wish I made my own secret wish in my heart ......and so far the fates have been kind..all my wishes have been granted.