This little (big) kid of mine is pretty happy right now. He’s in a hotel room in Perth, sleeping next to his Ma and his Pa. Tomorrow will be a big day for him with his surgery, but right now he’s happy. The plane trip was good, a little turbulent, but that adds to the fun of it.
You know… I can’t think of a time before where he’s had both parents all to himself. Excepting of course 12 years ago, when he was the only child. Man that sounds like such a long time ago, why is that it feels like only just yesterday. Yesterday I was a new Mum, I didn’t know what to expect with “Motherhood”. I didn’t have much of an idea, sure I loved children, but actually having one of your own is quite different.
On top of that, there was this “disability” thing we had to deal with. Man, I sure didn’t know what I was in for with that! Every test they did on my baby boy tore at my heart, every cry I felt his pain as if it were my own. Now here we are 13 years on, and I am still dreading taking him into hospital. Oh sure, I am older, wiser and stronger, but I am still “Mum” and can’t help feeling a little concerned. I don’t think that will ever change… no matter how old our children are.
But I have back-up this time… I have Andrew. And together we make a great team. He holds me up and I hold him up… we lean on each other and we can stand tall.
So tomorrow morning we go in. 6.45 we need to be there. Yikes. I am not a morning person. They say he might only be there for the day, or he might stay longer, depending on how he recovers.
Gotta go. Outta battery.