And here lies the low-pressure of this weather front
The tiredness, the ‘What if?’ world, the comparisons and simply wishing he didn’t have to go through as much as he does.
Yet the opposing high-pressure is of epic proportions
My son is going to be 16 years old – [insert lots of exclaiming, surprised swear words].
WOW! he is 16 and there were many times we did not think this would happen.
He is a joy in our lives. We utterly adore him, and I have been shaped immeasurably by being his mother.
This year, he is on a blended diet and will therefore have his first birthday cake in 15 years. (We smeared chocolate on his lips year 1 before he had his barium swallow confirming silent aspiration). We’ll chuck a slice of cake in the blender and put it down his mic-key tube. He’ll get a taste of the blended food in his mouth and as crazy as this sounds – that alone makes me want to weep with joy (and sadness of what we have missed) for days.
So, if you bump into me tomorrow, beware – I’m on the frontiers of a severe weather front. You might get a smile, you might get tears – you are likely to get both.