My firstborn turns seventeen today.
There are many cliched things to say when your child has a birthday. Things about how you'll never forget the day, how time has flown, how you remember being that age, how it was just yesterday...
But on this day, when I look at my son, I see more than just him and me on the day of his birth. I see more than just him at one or five or twelve. I see more than just me at twenty-seven or seventeen.
No, when I look at my son, I see my mother.
He is the only one of her seven grandchildren that she got to hold.
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