Today is my son’s fifteenth birthday. This astounds me. Where did the years go? I can vividly recall the old blue armchair that I used to nap in while holding him. For the first six weeks, he refused to sleep unless he was being held, and he hated the bassinette. So he and I slept in the living room of our tiny apartment, in that old blue armchair, falling asleep to Nick at Nite and waking up to Blues Clues. Nothing will make you feel hallucinatory in quite the same way as coming to consciousness with Blues Clues on in the background.
My son is now a high school freshman, a talented violinist, an avid reader with a vivid imagination. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I’m always unbearably proud of him.
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