Never in my wildest dreams...

...did I think I would create a blog:) Seriously. But the subject of this post is my first born child, Thomas William Guertin. Almost exactly 23 years ago Thomas William came careening into my life. A bundle of joy with a strawberry blond peach fuzzy head who the nurses nicknamed "Barracuda" because of his talent and desire to latch on and suck the nourishment out of me within the first couple of hours of his life. When I look at it in retrospect that probably should have been a red flag. But in spite of that and the many hours of labor, emergency C-section, and post-op infection, I was smitten with him from the beginning. Anyway...never in my wildest dreams when the nurse handed me that hungry, demanding, bundle of joy did I think that 23 years later I would be posting $10,000 to bail him out of jail. Quite the opposite, in fact. I thought he had the charisma to become someone great and famous. Even the nurses at Yale-New Haven Hospital thought he was something special and voted him "Best looking baby" in a nursery of probably 50 or so others. The birth announcements I chose said, "We are proud to introduce the 49th President of the United States" or something like that. If someone had told me that 23 years ago I would be hiring a criminal defense attorney in Utah to argue Thomas's "innocence", I would have laughed them right out of the hospital room. (I wish the painkillers I was receiving then were available to me right now) But in spite of that and everything else I have been through with him, I love him as much today as I did back then. And just like I have multiple times before like on his first day of daycare, kindergarten, Exeter, etc., etc. I need to let him go and be who he is meant to become even if what he becomes was never in my dreams...