Happy Birthday to Jason!

This is the first time in years Jason has been home on his actual birthday. And it’s his last one at home before getting married.

Hope you have a great day! Love you!

Baby Jason


Jason sr.


Jason is the “middle child,” and I alwayd loved what Erma Bombeck said about the middle child (as well as the oldest and youngest) in this column, originally posted in 1971:

I’ve Always Loved You Best

It is normal for children to want assurance that they are loved. Having all the warmth of the former Berlin Wall, I have always admired women who can reach out to pat their children and not have them flinch.

Feeling more comfortable on paper, I wrote this for each of my children.

To the first born……

I’ve always loved you best because you were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage, the fulfillment of young love, the promise of our infinity.

You sustained us through the hamburger years. The first apartment furnished in Early Poverty… our first mode of transportation (1955 feet)… the 7-inch TV set we paid on for 36 months.

You wore new, had unused grandparents and more clothes than a Barbie doll. You were the “original model” for unsure parents trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, open pins and three-hour naps.

You were the beginning.

To the middle child…

I’ve always loved you the best because you drew the dumb spot in the family and it made you stronger for it.

You cried less, had more patience, wore faded and never in your life did anything “first” [actually you did have some of your own firsts], but it only made you more special. You are the one we relaxed with and realized a dog could kiss you and you wouldn’t get sick. You could cross the street by yourself long before you were old enough to get married, and the world wouldn’t come to an end if you went to bed with dirty feet.

You were the continuance.

To the baby…

I’ve always loved you the best because endings generally are sad and you are such a joy. You readily accepted milk stained bibs. The lower bunk. The cracked baseball bat. The baby book, barren but for a recipe for graham pie crust that someone jammed between the pages.

You are the one we held onto so tightly. For, you see, you are the link with the past that gives a reason to tomorrow. You darken our hair, quicken our steps, square our shoulders, restore our vision, and give us humor that security and maturity can’t give us.

When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your children tower over you, you will still be “the baby.”

You were the culmination.

~ Erma Bombeck

13 thoughts on “Happy Birthday to Jason!

  1. Awww….. that was *wonderful!* I just loved it soo much. Thank you for sharing itβ™₯

    and the picture of your “little” guy with the teddy bear is just the sweetest thing!

  2. Jason has such beautiful blue eyes.

    It must be a sweet/sour day for you.

    I love Erma Bombeck, and with two “babies,” I relate to this writing.

  3. Happy Birthday to Jason from my little valley, Barbara! And thank you so much for the heart-warming Erma Bombeck piece! Have a great weekend!

  4. What a cute little one and handsome young man! Can you believe they grow up into this? I only have one son, but Erma Bombeck can still make me cry!

  5. I loved this, Barbara. I was just talking to my middle child this week about this very topic. He insists that parents have favorites, and it is hard to convince him otherwise. I will have to send him Erma’s letter. Thanks so much for posting it.


  6. Happy Birthday, Jason!

    I loved this Erma column. Of course, I pretty much loved them all!

    I am the only child my parents had together.
    I am the youngest of my mother’s children.
    The middle child in my father’s children.
    The eldest child of my father’s third family.
    I am the only child my parents had together.
    I was a step-child.

    I have all the syndromes, which of course, makes me the only truly well-balanced person in the world. πŸ˜‰

  7. Awwwww… I missed Jason’s birthday! I bet he got through it without me though… πŸ˜‰ I’ve always loved that Erma Bombeck piece! Actually…. I loved ALL her pieces!

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