(email post) “Do what?” I hear you ask… every year when I get Damien’s school photos (and I have made a point of buying them every year since nursery school- I even buy the concert videos!) and then I go through his albums and marvel at how he’s changed and how he’s grown and how gorgeous my child is. He was always such a beautiful baby- people thought he was a little girl even when he was dressed in a sailor suit! The usual you know. Last night, I was especially struck by how beautiful he is in his christening photo’s- which were taken a week after his christening coz he was sick! As soon as I can get them on disc I’ll post them- they’re all prints at this stage. And it reminded me of the day he was christened; I was standing in the front of the church with my parents and Damien’s godparents, and a song was going through my brain. He had a little book that people wrote messages to him in and I kept meaning to write the lyrics from this Carpenters song down and dedicate it to that day… but like with a lot of other things in my life- I never got around to it. So I’m doing it now. He wore a beautiful white and cream christening gown with hand made lace and white satin “tekkies”, and lace socks that my granny had knitted for him- I kept the shoes and the one remaining sock! If I’m not mistaken my dad’s granny made the robe for her children (correct me if I’m wrong, mom)… so Damien was the fourth generation to use the same gown- my dad and I had also worn it at our christenings! And by the time Damien wore it the fabric was see through and very fragile. Here are the words I thought of that day.
We’ve only just begun to live,
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way.
Before the rising sun we fly,
So many roads to choose
We start our walking and learn to run.
Sharing horizons that are new to us,
Watching the signs along the way,
Talking it over just the two of us,
Working together day to day
And when the evening comes we smile,
So much of life ahead
We’ll find a place where there’s room to grow,
And yes, We’ve just begun.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.