{"id":283,"date":"2017-04-10T17:50:41","date_gmt":"2017-04-10T16:50:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laladom.world\/?p=283"},"modified":"2017-04-13T08:31:07","modified_gmt":"2017-04-13T07:31:07","slug":"our-kid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laladom.world\/?p=283","title":{"rendered":"Our Kid"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Christian<\/a>On a morning in late September 1973, my blue-eyed boy was born… Chris didn’t have an easy entry to the world. He had been ‘turned’ several times during my pregnancy and was born with the umbilical cord around his neck. \u00a0The sweet midwife worked hard to get him to breathe and I watched through a haze as his little face started to change colour.<\/p>\n

“What’s his name?” she asked, “I have to christen him!”<\/p>\n

The student midwife, who was helping, ran out of the room and never came back. \u00a0It was all I could muster in response to the word ‘christen’ to say quietly, ‘Christian’. And so it was that Our Kid got his name, although his family name is Prune, following from his wrinkled little face after the ordeal of taking a breath. It was the doctor who confirmed he was breathing after mouth-to-mouth and early exercises for the wee man. \u00a0How and I \u00a0breathed a sigh of relief too.<\/p>\n

Dom came home from school to find his brother had moved in. Their life together had started.\"Dom<\/a>\"Christian<\/a><\/p>\n

I think. on the whole, it has been a happy life they shared.<\/p>\n

Here’s your big sister Ria holding you on one of our visits to your Nana and Grandi Claydon in Great Barford.\"Ria<\/a><\/p>\n

And here you are, forty-two years ago, rehearsing the nautical theme for Chow and Julie’s wedding…\"Christian<\/a><\/p>\n

And here’s your big brother Dom holding on to you, with your elephant matching his socks. He still holds on.\u00a0\"Domi<\/a><\/p>\n

I wonder if you remember when we moved from Ellesmere Port to Middleton, with Duch, the black Labrador? Mischa the cat wasn’t too happy and decided to run away as soon as I opened the boot.<\/p>\n

It was a new place and a time to explore the lovely places around Manchester – like Malham Cove.<\/p>\n

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\"My<\/a>\"My<\/a><\/p>\n

I was terrified on the top with my two fearless boys!<\/p>\n

\"My<\/a><\/p>\n

You were only eight but you settled \u00a0and seemed to like your new school. You were never one who needed to be told twice – and if I told you off for something, tears would well up in your blue eyes so I could never be cross for long.<\/p>\n

\"Christian<\/a><\/p>\n

Your favourite position on the football field was goalkeeper and the more mud the better! Sometimes we’d have a visit from Cookie down the hill from Oldham – always a happy time!\"Christian<\/a><\/p>\n

You spent hours with John and Dom preparing the flowers for Ria’s marriage to Keith. A happy time with music and your big brother home. On the day you were the official distributor…\"Christian<\/a><\/p>\n

When Hinnie was born, you came into our bedroom with Amy – your sister, eight months old, steadying her as she tried her early steps. Sisters around you can only be a good thing…<\/p>\n

The guitar became your great comforter – and later you were to learn how to make one for yourself – and a mandolin.<\/p>\n

\"Chris<\/a>\"Chris<\/a><\/p>\n

We all piled off down to London to march against the invasion of Iraq – and then we did it again in Manchester, meeting Dom on the way in Piccadilly.\u00a0\"Hin<\/a><\/p>\n

Or we’d all pile off to London to see Dom in an opera in Covent Garden – with careful preparations all round and Susan walking back barefoot.\"Christi<\/a>\u00a0\"Leigh<\/a><\/p>\n

And so to your own marriage to Susan in August 2010. Dom was dead chuffed when you asked him to read a passage for you both. Susan, your bride, was \u00a0beautiful and we’d all had a hand in the flowers again! You were both so happy and we share in the glow of your love.<\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a>\"Ria,<\/a><\/p>\n

You built your happy home for your three children and your beautiful grandson.<\/p>\n

Then you lost Dom to cancer the following year, having helped care for him all through 2011. Grief challenged you with new adjustments and you rose to it.<\/p>\n

“D’you think Our Kid will call in this evening?” Dom would ask me… always looking forward to seeing you in your work clothes after a heavy day on the construction of Manchester’s Metro! (They should put your name on all the trams!) Your shared language was \u00a0beautiful and mysterious: a language full of secrets and playfulness and always intent on laughter. It was a language which had grown from birth, filling a gaping hole in Dom’s life and one which sustained him in his last days. Now I know that he lives on in you.<\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

As Oscar Wilde’s Selfish Giant would say, ‘There are many beautiful flowers in my garden, but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all’.<\/p>\n

Our children are our blessings.<\/p>\n

Thank you for reminding me to place my bet last Saturday for the Grand National Chris. My horse, Rogue Angel, tried so hard up to the last fence. ‘Bloody hell”, I thought, “I’m in for a \u00a3160 win here – and \u00a380 for Our Kid.”<\/p>\n

Here’s your song, my beautiful boy …<\/p>\n