Kelly Gibbons, artist and writer, about me

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

It is one of those "where did the time go" moments. My son, my baby, is now a man. The little boy who called me "Kelly" for a full year when he was 3 is now 18. The whirlwind began at 5 am 18 years ago. It was a crystal clear, freezing cold morning and stars were still shining brightly in the sky. 4 hours and 13 minutes later I had a son.

A beautiful baby boy, my sweet baby boy, all 8 lbs. 2 ozs and 21 inches of him was an absolute amazement to me. His squished nose didn't bother me a bit, I knew he would be just fine. It is perfect.

In 18 years there have been so many remarkable memories. A journal post won't cover it all. The pink bunny named "Baby" that was carried everywhere, replaced only by "Snuggle Bunny I, II, III, & IV." IV sleeps in the attic now, I think. Ghostbusters and Ninja turtles played morning to night. First day of pre-school and kindergarten, and first grade...now a senior in high school. Chorus concerts, saxophone in the band, now a guitar, oh no, please not the banjo! Driving for the first time, hitting the snow bank. Memories are flooding my mind and making me smile and laugh. Brian has brought 18 years of laughter, side splitting, roll on the floor laughter. I was blessed with a funny kid.

I was blessed with a kind and generous and loving kid. Everyday, for as long as I can remember, for as long as he has been able to say it, he has said "I love you, mom." Today was no different. I woke him up at 6 am to say "Happy Birthday," and the first thing he did was say, "Thanks mom, I love you, give me a hug."

When I look at him now, all 6 feet 4 inches of him, I am still amazed. Amazed that this "man" (18 wow, an adult!) is my baby, my beautiful son.

Happy 18th Birthday, Brian. I love you.

posted by Kelly @ 11/23/2004 05:01:00 PM

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