40 years ago today I gave birth to my first child, a boy and a joy. We named him after his father and I was promised I could always call him Jay. Children grow up and choose their own direction. He prefers his real name over his childhood name, but I refuse to call him anything but Jay. None of his friends even recognize the name for he is no longer a child. But he will always be my son. I wish him the very best for the next 40 years. ❤
9-11 has become synonymous with the terror attack on USA and the end of the twin towers. Everyone can remember where they were when they first heard the news. I was at Canadian Tire Gas bar filling up to visit my son on his birthday when the horrific news came on the news screens.
To me this day is a day of hope. Only 9 days after my Mother died, my first son was born. My nickname for him was Jay, meaning Joy. He was the sunshine at the end of a long night. He remains my joy. For even though a son is only in his mother’s arms for a short time, he is in her heart forever.