My Punkin Boy turned 24 a little more than an hour ago. I told him that his birth was the best day of my life.
And it really was.
He was a great kid and is turning into a fine, fine man. He was what is known as a happy baby. Until his teen years, he was a constant bright light in my life. Those couple of years he grappled with hormones were a source of fretting for me – I wanted for him to make the right choices and he just wanted to be cool. It all worked out in the end, but mamas fret. [I’m in the market for grandbabies, so if any of y’all have a fine, fine woman of the appropriate age for childbearing shoot me an email.]
Chef Boy ‘R Mine’s birthday celebrations over the years have been a source of great fun for all of us. His first birthday, of course, was the most spectacular. It’s a damn shame that he probably can’t remember it.
It was a beautiful June 15th. His parents and maternal grandparents were in attendance. He sure had fun, but we had more. As the only child and only grandchild, he hauled in the loot. Punkin Boy’s birthdays, Halloween trick’o’treating, sports mania and Christmas gifting was a source of great delight for all of us. He was the root source of the delight and his fun with those events just made us all smile, giggle, and guffaw.
Since his first birthday, I have hung balloons over his bed in the middle of the night so that when he woke in the morning he would have a colorful, immediate surprise that set the tone for his birthday. Until the year he turned 20, I hadn’t missed a one.
In 2005, he moved to Florida to begin his brilliant career as Chef Boy ‘R Mine. I couldn’t get there that year, but made arrange-ments for my mother to do the balloon thing on her visit there. After that, I managed every year but 2006. That year I couldn’t do it and she couldn’t do it and the boy was balloonless. He probably didn’t mind, but I hate that he didn’t have that visual representation of my joy of his birth.
He moved to Charlotte a couple of months ago and, once again, I can’t get there to do the balloons, but my mom can. At about noon today, she will inflict the balloon thing on him. I had to actively discourage her from doing it in a really embarrassing way – he’s still overly solicitous of his dignity and angry-young-man persona.
I love this young man. I’m his mom and I’m supposed to, but nonetheless I think he and I have something special going on.
On this day, I want him to understand that my love for him is unconditional, my respect for him is huge, and the joy he brings me continues. I wish for him a bright future (and lots of kids). I hope that we always remain close.
Happy birthday, Punkin.
8 thoughts on “My Baby Boy’s Birthday”
Happy Birthday Connie, after all, you ARE the one who gave birth that day. I add my wishes to yours and wave my magic wand; make it so.
This is a beautiful tribute to a very loving relationship. Happy Birthday to Chef Boy R Yours. And thanks for sharing Connie.
I have tears in my eyes! My baby turns one next month. Thank you for inspiring me to think about what traditions we will start that will last a lifetime.
Happy Birthday, Chef!
Thank you all. My boy had quite the birthday – not what he expected in any way, but one he’ll remember.
He hasn’t really spent any time with the blog yet, but I think (hope) he will. The unexpected events of his birthday which included losing his cell phone have made talking to him difficult. I can’t wait for his new phone to arrive, because I’m expecting an ear full. 🙂
Oh My Goodness! I have done the balloon thing for my kids since their very first Birthday, I have not missed one yet! I thought I invented it!
I should also mention with all 3 of them having the same birthday, July 15th, at some point it will become difficult to keep this up!
I either didn’t know that or had forgotten that the grlzzzz all had the same birthday. What a July you must have!