Happy Birhtday Richard....

Part of being a grandmother is being a mother. Today, I'm celebrating being a mother - the mother of a 32 year old son - and a lucky mother I am! It's strange how you feel about your children, the things you think about - how your mind works. Of my two kids, I worried less about Erin as they were growing up and I'm really not sure why. I guess I've always felt Erin would be 'OK' with her life - mainly because she's a woman, a strong one - like her mother. Richard's always been satisfied enough with his life, I think, but it seems to me he's gone along over the years - missing something in his life. My "mother's intuition" tells me he's found what he's been missing in Trina. That sweet smile of his is a little sweeter and saucy; the twinkle's right there in his eyes now; his heart seems lighter. As a mother and grandmother, can I quit worrying? Of course not! You don't quit worrying just because your children are settled - or on their way to settling. That's what it's all about - another go-around, another chance to do it all over again.

This morning, I'm remembering back to a cold day in January; a trip to Dekalb General Hospital in Decatur, GA. I went into the hospital - feeling apprehensive? Maybe, but mostly I was scared to death of not being a good mother. Being a mother is a tough job - as so many can attest. Ross reminds me everyday that it is SO WORTH IT - and how lucky am I to have it again in a grandson. I think a lot about the days when the children were little and what sweet, sweet memories they are.

Happy Birthday Baby Boy - I love you - always.