Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to grow up and have a family of her own. She dreamed of meeting a knight in shining armor that would sweep her off her feet and take her away to live happily ever after.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to read. She loved reading about strong-minded, resolute women who were making headlines, like Gloria Steinem and Bella Abzug. She thought it’d be cool to someday burn her training bra. But she was too young and naïve at the time, so she continued to dream about her knight in shining armor and having a family. Would the knight be willing to do housework?
Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to live a long and happy life. She dreamed of someday marrying her Prince Charming and, together, they’d have a happy and healthy child. She loved to write, and always enjoyed helping others in need. She always knew that somehow she wanted to find a perfect balance between her family life and a life filled with passion.
But, alas, not all little girls’ dreams come true. Life simply doesn’t work that way. As John Lennon famously wrote, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.”
So far, my life lessons were:
- Barbie taught me what a perfect body looked like, didn’t she?
- Peter Pan taught me that dreams do come true, didn’t he?
- James Taylor taught me I’ve got a friend. Would that always be true?
- Marlo Thomas taught me “That Girl” was the personification of what every young woman could have when working in The Big City, right?
But life has a mind of its own, and sometimes we learn harsh yet valuable lessons. John Lennon was right. What we envision for ourselves and what life hands us are two different things.
- I was diagnosed with MS at age 26. I was totally unprepared for that sudden bend in the road.
- I had two miscarriages, and believed I’d have to prepare for a life without children.
When I finally became blissfully pregnant for a third time, it was the charm. Two weeks shy of nine months, I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy little boy.
My son has been a blessing to me every day of his life.
The life I envisioned for myself so long ago was finally beginning to unfold.
Today is my son’s 21st birthday, and he is the whole reason I’m writing this post. I wrote it because I want him to understand that no matter what I learned in my childhood – the joys, frustrations, loves and heartaches, mine is a different road than the one he is traveling.
He has his own journey.
I want him to know he has taught me more than anyone or anything else will.
He’s taught me, through his genteel manner and by his example, about patience, understanding and inner strength.
And he’s given me more love than I ever imagined.
Twenty-one years ago, my father’s gift to him was a case of fine port, with instructions that the first bottle be opened on his 21st birthday. In the next week, I look forward to all of us being together to open the first beautiful bottle from this case (with his permission, of course!), and to toast to his happiness on his big day.
May he always be surrounded with unconditional love. May he find his own brand of happiness, with a life filled with purpose and compassion, according to his own desires and principles, and on his own terms.
As my beloved uncle always ended his letters to me, “I hug you with my words.”
Happy 21st birthday, my dear son.