Today is Master Jays 13th birthday.
As always his birthday is tinged with bittersweet memories of the horror of his birth and first few months of his life. It is so hard to believe that the tiny little 1080gram baby I gave birth to 13 years ago, and whos survival in those early days is nothing short of a miracle, is now a teenager, on his way to becoming a man. I am incredibly proud of him. Despite the fact he has a tendancy to view the glass as half empty sometimes (hey but don't we all sometimes), as a result of the "obstacles" he has faced in his life he has become an overcomer. He has learnt not to give up, and he finds another way of doing things, his way.
He is a polite and decent young man and hopefully we have installed enough good values in him to see him safely through his adolescent years.
Happy Birthday my beautiful boy. I love you, xxx Mum.