It is my middle son's birthday today. He turned 20 years old. I can't believe how time has flown. He was born in New Mexico, the first year I came to America. I was 21 years old, loney and scared. I wanted my Mum to be near me. I don't think I appreciated how much family meant until the time when I left. Thinking back now I wouldn't have come to America if I had known how I would feel. Still that's another subject. Just one more thing - it's not that I don't like America, there are some terrific people here, but it still doesn't feel like home after all these years and it is SO hard to be away from family.
Anyway back to J. He's a great young man. Of my three kids he is the one who is the most changeable. The other two are pretty mellow, they go with the flow and don't seem to be bothered by much of anything. J has had a harder road. He was diagnosed with Asperger's when he was in sixth grade. Middle school was VERY bumpy - I wasn't sure we would make it through. High school was actually a little easier. He is very high-functioning. In High school he 'discovered' journalism. It is what he majors in at Uni and has also shown interest in politics. He can be the most thoughtful of kids - bringing me chocolate and music just because, yet at other times he can be brash and changeable. I am so glad to have had him.
We only had a small gathering. My hubby's family is small and the two main characters are out of town on a geneaology holiday. We're getting together next weekend. Anyway we gave him gifts, sang Happy Birthday over a cake (out of tune I might add) and the five of us celebrated.
Happy Birthday J.