Joel is 40 years old today!! ! OMG, it’s hard to say it out loud! How is it possible that my first born child, my son, is 40 years old? This IS the only time I’m going to admit in writing that I actually have a 40 yr old son.
It doesn’t seem that long ago…I was supposed to attend one of my best friends’ wedding. I had a doctor’s appointment that morning and then I was going to be off to the wedding. Well you know where this is going; the doctor examined me and said “you’re not going to any wedding, you’re going straight to the hospital. Where is your husband?” I said, “He’s at work”. So the doctor said, “Well how are you going to get to the hospital”? “I’ll drive myself”!
So I called my husband’s office and left a message (these were the day before cell phones) and drove off to the hospital. By the time I got there, I was a little panicked. I was having contractions and didn’t know what to do with the car so I pulled into the Emergency Room parking lot and parked the car. As I was getting out of the car, a cop came running over, shouting, “Lady you can’t park there”! I looked at him, started to cry and said, “I’m having a baby”! Oh boy, that did it – he said, “Don’t move” and went and got me a wheel chair. Meantime, uh, where was that husband?
A couple of hours later, the nurse brought me a bundled blonde haired boy and I said, “Oh no, I had a girl”. She assured me that this was my baby and I insisted that I had a girl. After one more go around of this conversation, she snatched the baby from my arms and said words to the effect that perhaps tomorrow I would feel differently about this beautiful little baby boy.
She was right of course. Joel has my heart. I love him for so many reasons; he is a good person, kind-hearted, he never says anything bad about anyone, he is a gentle soul. He is easy-going (sometime way too laid back for me), creative, a thinker, an artist, and smart enough to look inward often and assess what he sees. He seeks the truth in all things, is often naive about people he meets, he adored his baby sister and often let her tag along with him and his friends. I’m so happy that she flew out to California yesterday with Finley and Francesca to be with him on this landmark birthday.
I thought this post might be like an open letter, telling Joel how proud I am of him, how much I love him and hope that he is happy in the life he has chosen for himself. He is very different from Chiara in so many ways and their lives are as diametrically opposite as the coasts they each inhabit.
I wonder if he’s ever going to marry and settle down. The path doesn’t seem to lead in that direction, time will tell. I’d like to see him as a father, he seems so at ease with his nephew and nieces.
Astrology, therapy, numerology, Frank Sinatra, new wave, Pseudolous, older women, younger women, surfing,ACC waiter, room-mates, acting, writing in his journal, lactose-intolerant, allergic to my cats, Charlie Brown, Wilie Wonka, Mr. Smee, Hartford Stage, “why don’t you model?”, a vintage motorcycle, house music, Father Sarducci, Acme Theater, preppy Izods, Louise’s, La Jolla Country Club, bartending, catering, PB+J’s, oh those blue eyes, tuna fish, sometimes poor, playwright, roofer, Bee Pollen, beard-no beard, penguins, vintage tee shirts, Wrangler corduroy jeans, Halloween…
Now if only he would return calls and call his mother more often……
I love you Joel Berti – Happy Birthday!!