And so you are gone.
This is how it should be. You, all grown up and seeking new adventure; the nest too small; the world calling you.
Yet not too many years ago I was your world and you were mine.
There is one moment, clearly etched in my mind, when the small baby that was you decided it was morning, hours before it were light.
I held you, as the house slept on, and you smiled in delight to be free from your cot. That morning as I drank you in I heard this song. It’s been my song for you ever since.
My wee small boy, my all grown up son, my ‘wonder child’, I hope all your dreams come true. xxx
Wonder child by Jimmy MacCarthy.
This child he means the world to me, There is no more enchanted
A child can take this place of ruin, And magically enhance it.
I see him in a golden room, With the book of life before him
Strange instruments upon his charts, And the crystal glow inside him.
He’s your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You’ve searched all your life, I see him now flying over the universe.
This child will build a violin, One will follow the traveller’s love
Another will the bow apply, To reach the one above.
I see her in a golden room, With the moon and stars above her
Her simple smile is Heaven’s gate, With the Queen of all beside her.
She’s your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You’ve searched all your life, I see her now flying over the universe.
Your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You’ve searched all your life, I see them now flying over the universe.
My thoughts on a page. 
The song and your post brought a tear to my eyes, Tric. Hugs. It’s not easy.x
Thank you. It has been much harder than I even thought, but I was able to keep it all in until he was gone.
Lovely 🙂
Waaahhhh.
beautiful song, beautiful post, beautiful life for the wonder child )
Thanks Beth. I love it especially the memories it evokes.
Happy New Year Tric – hold onto this thought, better make sure to have the washing machine serviced before September!
I can only imagine C,J. Happy new year to you too. How is the new blog page working out?
Cheers Tric, hope you are escaping the floody thing? One night you are sitting down with a glass/bottle – chrisblack2012.com might well answer that question. Thanks for asking.
Oh god, you mean these Mammy feelings don’t go away and possibly get worse? Can’t cope. A mother’s tears. Waaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
The good news is I’ve stopped crying! It is certainly something I never really appreciated fully, that the day would come and my small boy, or my girls would be gone. But that’s life and successful parenting I suppose. I skipped off in my day I’m pleased he did the same.
Its just a little lonely here without him. WAAAAHHHH
I suppose you feel the same way as my mother. Even today she’ll occasionally say to me, “It doesn’t matter how old you get, you’re still my baby boy.” 🙂
By the way, I don’t mind as long as she doesn’t say it in a crowded bus, a line at the supermarket or somewhere like that.
I think my son would be a lot less than impressed if he heard me speak about him like that in public. Secretly he loves the fact that he and I are close. Now if only he remembers that and keeps in touch. 🙂
Make sure he has your phone number, email address and a good supply of stamped addressed envelopes. 🙂
Tric, what a poignant post! I hope both you and he have a treasured time while he’s away ~ a shared awayness.
Yes indeed. Here’s to a great 2016 for all of us. Yourself included.
It will get easier! xx
Oh, you’ve brought me to tears, Tric. Wishing all good things for your wee boy!
Thank you. I know you know the feeling.
I don’t know how to do a “pingback”; I wrote this with you and your boy in mind. https://momshieb.wordpress.com/2016/01/03/i-wish-you-flying-dreams/
I read your post this morning. It was beautiful. I also listened to the song a number of times and you are so right the words are perfect. Flying dreams is exactly what i wish for my children. Thank you.