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During the month of May, not surprisingly I really love to celebrate
Mother's Day. This Mother's Day is especially poignant for me, since
it's my first one with an empty nest. Approximately 25 years ago,
with the birth of our first child, I became an official mother – truly a
baptism by fire. Our newborn wasn't eager to enter this world – he had
to be coaxed into it with the help of Pitossin, Demerol, Morphine and
emergency surgery. He burst into his new life completely blue, hands
and feet constricted as if planning an attack, and screaming bloody
murder. After a somewhat mellow couple of days in the hospital, we
brought him home and he proceeded to scream (poor thing) for the next
three months. "What an unhappy little creature I've given birth to." I'd
think to myself, during my few brief periods of clarity.
Magically, he became a very happy
child, and all signs of his previous
misery vanished. We were blessed with
a sweet baby girl three years later, and
then another beautiful baby boy followed
three years after that. The memory of my
children's classmates and their parents
in those early years is etched in my mind
as clearly as yesterday – actually, clearer
than yesterday. Now all of those children
are men and women, fully into adulthood,
some are even marrying and starting
families of their own.
We parents run into each other in town
and say things like "I can't believe we've
gotten to this point..." and "Wasn't it just
yesterday that they were at Spruce Run..., at Patrick McGaheran...,
at Round Valley Middle School..., freshmen at North...?" It's true what
they say about raising young children: "The days are endless, but the
years fly by."
I must say, I'm as proud of my kids' classmates as if I had raised
all of them myself. Really, when I think about how much our families
have participated in each other's lives over the last 20+ years, I realize
that this "village" of Clinton Township has collectively raised all of
its children together. We rejoice at their victories, stress over their
hardships and secretly weep for their pain.
And then it's time to let go. This is perhaps the hardest part of
raising a child. If we do our job well, it's the eventuality we all have
to face. On this Mother's Day, I want to extend a hug and a pat on
the back to every mother in Clinton Township (and to the fathers too!)
Appreciate all that you've given your kids and, please, appreciate all
they've given you.
I love you, Mom!
"Mothers hold
their children's hands
for a short while,
but their hearts
forever."
– Unknown
Carol
Beder's
Sales Associate
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THINK SPRING!
Speaking of Mother's Day, they say that a parent is only as happy
as their least happiest child. Well, in early April I was delighted
to be a guest at Hunterdon Preparatory School's "2019 Evening of
Support". Having attended several of their fundraisers and toured
the school with my friend Jamie Cappezuto, a counselor at HPS,
what really struck me is the amount of happiness contained within
this establishment. The staff and students care about one another
as if they are family. A loving, functional family. Find out more
on page 8 of this issue. Thanks again Jamie, Linda and Kathy!
– Julie Fl�nn
"Let all thy joys be as the month of May,
And all thy days be as a marriage day."
~ Francis Quarles
