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Monday, November 13, 2006

Coming of Age

As many of you know, I am the mother of Tommy, a 19-year-old with hemophilia. Being a mother to him has been my inspiration for much of the work I do. Now that he is on the brink of being a man, looking forward to leaving home (soon) and striking out on his own, I realize that no matter what we do for our children, how we teach them, how we raise them, there's some part of them that will always be just them. As young adults, as individuals, they will be who they are destined to be.

Tommy claims he is destined to be a rocker. His first love is music (guitar and keyboard). His second apparently, his hair, if you can claim that love is expressed in the amount of time you lavish on something. He sports wiry dreadlocks (which I actually helped mold out of his shaggy locks). To complete the rocker look, he needed something more. This is the part where he strikes out on his own as a young man.

A tattoo. He arrived home last weekend with a sheepish, "Mom, I wanted to show you this..." I knew what was coming: mother's intuition? I braced myself for skulls with daggers in the sockets (a la Pantera), or a cemetery with crosses (a la Metallica). But no. It was beautiful, simple and elegant... And Irish. Embossed on his right deltoid was a gorgeous, modern and shimmering shamrock. If you're of Irish descent, looking for a classy tattoo, what better image than a shamrock? My first question: did you prophylax? No. (And surprisingly, no bleeding, though Tommy has moderate hem. A)

I actually love it. I jokingly told him it could only improve if he added "Mom" to it. What's next on his list of growing up? I can hardly wait.

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