Today is the day a Mum always remembers....the birthday of a baby.
It's soppy I know and he is quite grown up now.
He probably doesn't need me anymore.
The days of tending scraped knees, wiping noses, supervising homework,
driving to weekend sports, lending my car (and money)
are all over.
Corey, my #3, is now what you call "middle aged"!
How can this have happened when I'm sure I am only middle aged myself.
Have a wonderful birthday Corey and if you even need your scraped knees
looked after, let me know, I'm still your Mum after all.