Yesterday my baby boy celebrated his 50th birthday. How can that be? Where have all those years gone?
It seems only yesterday that I brought him home from the hospital to the delight of his big sister. She was enthralled/entranced with this little person and was convinced that I brought him home especially for her. She doted on this tiny being; was concerned if he ever cried; made sure he had his favourite toys at all times and rarely left his side when he was awake. She was always the first to go to him when he awoke.
Through the years they had the usual sibling rivalry and yes, some quarrels but each always knew they could rely on the other when the need arose. When my daughter decided to leave New Zealand on her own for some overseas experience (although of course she had been away many times with us as a family) people asked my son how he would cope without his sister.
Things changed; time moved on; they moved on. They met and married their partners and produced children of their own. I see the same kind of loyalty in each of their families. They each have two sons and those sons are displaying the same kind of attachment that my children had with each other.
We used to think that ours were particularly close because we had dragged them around the world with us, dropping them into schools and situations that they had not experienced before. We thought that because they relied on each other at these times, the bond between them was made stronger.
But watching the grandchildren I am now convinced that the family bond is there right from the beginning. I do know that I have this strong bond with my two sisters.
So Happy 50th my darling. I hope you have many more birthdays to share with us.