Mother's Day

At the bottom of the picture are two tiny faded plastic wristbands. These were put on my boys when they were born - three and a years apart. These are probably my most precious possessions. Also there are the scans from before they were born. at the time they were taken I gazed at them, wondering what this tiny being would grow into.... Now I know - two healthy, intelligent, compassionate and loving sons. The baby on the right is 20 now, and sent me the beautiful card - exactly the one that I would have chosen for myself. His Grandfather died the day after he was born, and he was a very poorly baby so we stayed together in the hospital with no visitors, until after the funeral. I didn't go, I wouldn't leave him, and I spent my days and nights next to his cot willing him to get better. He did.
I was alone when my second son was born - which my friends thought was sad. I didn't - he was healthy and that was all that mattered. This morning he sent me a wonderful email, having lost the card he had bought me, so typical! He'll be leaving home soon too. I'll miss him, but I'm so grateful that after all the difficulties and anxiety I have two happy, healthy grown up sons.
Footnote: my camera has broken, but having looked at the wristbands, it doesn't seem to matter now.