A couple of weeks ago my baby turned 17…I still remember clearly the moment he entered the world. I held him as my doctor gently rubbed my arm, I was grinning from ear to ear exclaiming…’it’s a baby, I had a baby’!
He was a Mummy’s boy who had a deep voice, cheeky eyes, white blonde hair and a shrill girly shriek when things didn’t go his way. He went at full steam until he dropped, often falling asleep in his dinner with a car curled in the palm of his hand. He was introverted but happy in his own company and it took him a few years to get the hang of and enjoy school.
He’s an animal lover, likes the finer things in life, doesn’t have a mean bone in his body and always makes me a cuppa when he sees me a bit frazzled. He’s a great son.
Teenage boys are funny humans, they love but they also leave for a while.
Not physically but emotionally, they need their space and can become absent…well my two do. Having a mum with cancer wasn’t easy for either of my boys, especially my younger one. I wanted to punch cancer for what it did to my boys. Cancer and what my boys saw…it changed them forever, some for the better but like me they carry scars too.
These days I’m so much more relaxed in my parenting, it’s their life to lead and they need to feel in control and happy. I’ve had times that I’ve missed my boys while they’ve been on their teenage ride but every now and then they come back….join in and let me in.
It’s always a gift when they choose to spend time with us. Today was the making of a beautiful day, a day that filled me up and settled my heart. A day of memories that will always be with me.
We headed to ‘Meadows Country Fair’ in the Adelaide hills, a good opportunity for Master 17 to have some driving practice.
Country fairs are something we enjoy and look forward to, my Mister loves looking at the secondhand stalls and is partial to a warm donut, yes that’s him below. I’m free to inconspicuously roam, there’s doilies, knitting nannas, long lineups to the loo(see pic), home baked goods, clever crafty types and people…everywhere!
Some in their finest, some just rolled off the farm and others stretching their fashion wings…testing trends and creativity. I can pick the teens who will bust out of their small town and head to the city lights. I was one of those small town girls with city lights in her eyes.
We wandered and watched overtired children with their equally overtired parents, chocolate lips the giveaway a big day of Easter celebrations had been had.
Teen lovers holding hands and kicking the dirt as they flashed each other smiles and shared fairy floss.
There was no mistaking the locals, huddled together nattering over a cuppa and cake. As I passed I nodded and smiled indicating my thanks to them for welcoming us into their little town. Country folk are pretty fabulous like that, no judgement just welcoming arms and smiles. They are also freakin awesome jam makers, every single time!
After the fair we headed for pie territory,..the bakery where I had a pie with the best pastry ever!
The son joined in some photos and giggled as he posed and I laughed at how we coordinated with the wall behind us. My heart breathed a sigh of relief as I caught a glimpse of the son who has been absent for a while. He’s been busy ‘being a teenager’ and finding his way but hearing his giggle today I realized… he’s been here all along.
I worried a lot about my boys throughout treatment and beyond but they’re doing fine, they are doing just fine.
Yup I laughed so hard at his cheeky gesture my guts hung out!
Now this happy hearted Mumma needs a cuppa.
How’s your Easter been? Tell me what’s made your heart smile.