Last week I had long chats with both my sons. That led me to memories of being pregnant with each of them. I was lucky to have very few bad or uncomfortable experiences during both pregnancies. The memories of their babyhood, toddler stage, young boys and finally grown men bring me a lot of pleasure as well as the wish, sometimes, that I had done some of my childrearing differently. Doesn’t’ matter though because they’ve both grown up to be responsible, compassionate and reasonable human beings.
Isn’t it
wonderful how the photographs can be hauled out and pawed through whenever I
want to revisit some point in each of their lives, or brought up on the
computer once we moved to digital. I love the ones of AJ in his white tux with
tails that he wore to the eighth-grade dance. I especially love the ones of
Thor when he dressed up for a Halloween party as a woman. The way he made me
laugh when he sat down like a guy and ripped out the entire crotch of his mesh
panty-hose still brings a big smile to my face.
How about the
photos of AJ with his own child, only ten minutes old. That one can still bring
tears to my eyes. I have a similar picture of Thor with Xander and it has the
same effect.
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