I saw recently (well about 3 or 4 months ago) where Sir Gideon had done his 2000 blog.  After posting my last one (after a session with my 6 string guitar son), I saw that I was at 1499.  So this is my 1500th.  Dont expect any great revelations or controversies.  This one is for him, as I can think of no one better to talk about right now (ok!  his music selection got to me!).

I have been blessed with 4 children.  2 Girls and 2 boys.  Paltry by my mother's standards as she had 7, so I have 6 siblings.  And we are aging.  My younger sister is a grandmother, 3 times over.  So I am no spring chicken.

My children have all done well.  Smart as they come (and not all conservative), and anyone would be proud of any of them.  As am I.  Proud and happy and sad.  I remember the night my first one came home from the hospital.  I remember when  my last one was born.

My last one.  he is going on 15 now.  Wise beyond his years too!  He is the "artiste".  He is the one that I often quote Sarah Stoeckl with when commenting on her reviews of movies!  They are 2 peas in a pod some times.

He is also the one that loves music more than the others.  The rebellious one.  The only one to run away from home (all of one block).  The only one to put a hole in a door, and bust a window in the car. Yep!  That is him.  And now, the next Quinton Tarantino! (or better).

I have spent the day with him, and just finished diner with him.  He is working on his iPod, so I have a moment to reflect.  on all my children.  All 4 great kids!  And how I miss them.  Miss them?  yea, as he is the last one at home.  The last one that is really a child.  His next in line is 19. 2 in College, one married, and my youngest!

And in a way, the hardest.  To let go.  Many of you here at JU have them and are fighting or fretting the letting go.  I have no magic words.  You have to, but it will not be easy.  I have one left.  My oldest are now older than I when I got married.  Yet they still are my children.  Now I understand my mother a lot better.

One more to go.  And I am not going to let a moment go by.  The difference between one and many, is that one is gone. Many gives you more chances.

My son.  My Great son.  The latest in a line of Greats.  See you later.  I am going to jam with him some more tonight.