Officially old I am now, officially, old. I knew the day was coming but being a perpetual technology-powered Peter Pan I have been able to live in denial up to this moment. No longer. My eldest son, Timothy, celebrates his 18th birthday today and being blessed as a citizen of the UK is free to drink alcohol, drive cars (not together though), marry, obtain a credit card, move out and so on. Hopefully he'll exercise his usual discretion and caution over when and where to exercise those rights.
As for me, my mother tells me having a child of 18 pales into geriatric insignificance compared with having one over 40. And I'm not that worried really. I am blessed with a son who is a pleasure to know and who has not exposed me to the teenage horrors of which I was warned and who I can weepily confess to loving deeply. Happy birthday, Tim, I'm proud to be your Dad!
posted at 6:23 AM (UK) | |
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