Thirty Years Ago!

To be honest . . . I was afraid of

"slugs and snails and puppy dog" tales -

images unbeknown to a mother of girls.

But all skepticism diminished when I beheld

pure innocence squinting at me

with a dimple that stole my heart.


 

 

Your brown eyes filled with admiration

for things with wheels, 
balls that went far,

sticks that could be handled

and tools that made holes.

It made me see life from another perspective

and, oh how, I loved because you did!

Teachers said, “He's not like the girls!”

I agreed, but that was okay.

I knew in my heart, what I saw . . .

honesty, hard work, compassion.

The rest would fall into place.

What more could I ask?

 

You grew tall, your legs strong.

My years of French braiding,
perfect reports,

music and acting stages were exchanged

for carpooling boys with bleached hair.

Gym bags, slam dunks, spikes, serves and stats -

they became the highlights of the week.

Now people may think

I never knew about the pallet bonfires,

cookie sheet sleds or couches pulled behind vans.

The old Volvo drove into the garage - running hot.

But you came home. You made good choices.

I saw the heart of a sensitive young man.

As the story goes, at just the right time,

you met a gorgeous young lady and

you pledged your love for better, for worse.

She became our daughter,

loving her children and husband

in the way it was meant to be.

Dear Ben, on this your special day, we look back

and give thanks for all you've been

and for all you have become!

You are a man of wisdom and strength.

The sparkle in your eyes, still there,

giving encouragement and joy to those around.

Happy Birthday!

So proud of you!

Mom and Dad