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Way out on the ocean
Far beyond the seven seas
There’s a tiny little boat
Faith is keeping her afloat
And a tiny little skipper
With his worn and tattered coat

You see the law of the ocean
Says that you shall never fail
Use your heart as a rudder
Faith as a compass
And a blanket for a sail

Sleep for the weary
And dreams for us all
Rest your head on a pillow
And I’ll tell you a tale
Use your heart as a blanket
And a blanket for a sail

Row, row, row your boat gently through a dream

Way out on the ocean
Far beyond the seven seas
There’s a tiny little boat
Faith is keeping her afloa
And a tiny little skipper
With his worn and tattered coat

You see the law of the ocean
Says that you shall never fail
Use your heart as a rudder
Faith as a compass
And a blanket for a sail

For the next month, I will devote my blog to our adult children.  I have been given permission by my son, Jeremy, to share slices of his life.  You may wonder why I am starting at day 30.  This is because day 1 will be the first day of the rest of Jeremy’s life.

Opening the vault to an adult child’s history is like opening Pandora’s box.  As adults we know that there is plenty that we never want the world to know about.  Yet there is a wealth of riches, too.  I am sharing experiences that I am hopeful will help another parent, if for nothing more than to make them laugh.

Jeremy came into this world on December 23, 1977, with very much the personality he has now.  He pulled his way into the world with a shout and “Who the hell are YOU?” I remember that moment as though it happened yesterday because he was my first born.  My son.  He made me laugh for the first time that day and I will never forget my first words to him, “I will worry about you until the day that I die.”

I would guess that this overwhelming emotion is common among moms and dads, too.  We look at this innocent, helpless person and feel immediately both thrilled and terrified.

I was in love.  Unconditional, over the moon, heart wrenching L-O-V-E. I was going to spend the rest of my days on this earth knowing that it was a better place because Jeremy was a part of it.

“Who the hell are YOU?” he wailed.  ”I’m mom.” I whispered.

I never forget to laugh.

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