Twenty years ago I held my firstborn son in my arms. It was love at first sight, in fact I loved him long before I met him and never realised how much I needed him.
I was a young Mum by today’s standards giving birth just a few weeks before I turned 24. I had never ever considered marriage or children until I met my Mister and a week after I let him hold my hand and cop a feel of my breasts we were sitting in his car on the esplanade in Hervey Bay talking baby names.
I wasn’t up the duff, we were just ‘in sync’ as we sat in the car eating ice creams (in a cone) watching the world pass by and getting to know each other. It was that day we both knew we would always be together. We were engaged five and a half months after meeting and 18 months later discovered I was expecting. Cue shotgun wedding, perfect as I never wanted to be a traditional bride!
I think we both needed this little boy more than we knew because we weren’t actively trying to prevent pregnancy and what do you know…that’s how you get preggers!
We have always lived our life with very little assistance or interference from outside forces and throughout my pregnancy we just got on with it while surrounded in our lovely bubble of bliss. It wasn’t all smooth sailing and 2 weeks overdue with a few false starts I was admitted to hospital to be induced. Several attempts, 36 hours of hard labour, then a c-section and I finally got to lay my gaze on the face of our boy.
Seeing his face…my face looking back at me, well it knocked the wind outa me. We knew we were having a boy thanks to technology and intuition but seeing him and how he looked like me was overwhelming. He was perfect, and HUGE.
After a horror hospital stay we packed up our bundle and tentatively set off home to our new life as parents. He was born on Tuesday night and the hospital let us take over and take him home on the Friday morning…how does that happen? No training just boom, here you go you are now parents see ya!
We muddled through and together we were a family…I had family.
Our boy was joined almost 3 years later by his brother, they originally had the same due date but the little brother got the easy entrance, early and in a private hospital…this one was smooth sailing and a natural delivery. When we saw these two brothers together, one brunette and one blonde we knew our family was complete. Our boys were the start of a whole new adventure.
Just two years old, look at those cheeks and chubby wubby hands!
A few months after this pic was taken a little brother was on his way.
The birthday boy is strong, and headstrong. We are soooooo similar which is why we end up in screaming matches but it always ends with him making a cuppa tea and a cheeky exchange and all is forgiven. He has great work ethics, is entrepreneurial, a people person and following his dream.
When he was young we thought he would be a statistician such was his love of sport. Later he wanted to be a journalist and for about ‘a minute’ he wanted to be a teacher. In his final years of high school he wanted to study sports science and become a sport talent scout.
As a mum it was pie in the sky dreams but we allowed him to follow his heart. Then I got cancer and the day I was having a mastectomy my sweet bundle of joy was sitting his year 12 exams…fuck, the guilt! I worried for the longest time about how I might have messed my kid up.
His school leaving score was in the 90’s and he started uni then stopped and followed his dream of becoming a famous DJ…not a vinyl spinning DJ but a club DJ. Today he works as a barman, gigs, makes music and has his own business in events and looks after bookings for other DJ’s. Today he turns 20…to say I’m proud of him is an understatement.
When kids are little they are so consuming. It’s all play dough, tea parties, story time, nursery rhymes and Lego. Then they hit school and its homework, readers, excursions, sport and friendships. High school brings a massive shift, primary school felt like a ‘loosening’ of the apron strings but high school was like someone ripped my apron from my body and ran off with it.
Twenty years ago my boy was in my arms, on my skin and I breathed in his sweet scent as I stroked his velvety hair. I was his world and he was mine but over time things change and we adjust our sails as new courses are set.
I love him… I like him and I can’t wait to watch as he continues to journey through life.
‘Happy Birthday’ to the boy who brought ‘joy unbridled’ into my life. Your heart beats in my heart and always will. I love you Joel x
Your Mum x
See that balloon and pregnancy stick with the romper in the first pic?…they are all originals. The outfit we brought him home in and pins used with nappies…and that balloon has stayed inflated exactly like that for 20 years!