13/08/2026
I’ve been thinking about what to say as my boy turns 18 and is now officially an adult. It’s a strange feeling. Grown up but also not really.
Thinking back to this day 18 years ago has been quite hard for me. His birth wasn’t straightforward and I still struggle with the memories and emotions from that day, and my introduction to motherhood.
I always felt I’d failed him right from the beginning but seeing the content & self assured young man I’ve raised I know that couldn’t be further from the truth.
So what to say about Connor?!
He’s considered about most things, calm, steady headed and generally thinks things through before he decides to do something. He’s interested in world politics and is willing to stand up for what he believes in.
He follows his own path without fear of what others think, and has always, always stayed true to himself no matter how ‘uncool’ his hobbies have been over the years; from the steam trains, to the planes, to the tanks, the model making, the historical accuracy and all the particularly dry sounding history books that line his shelves. I never dreamt I’d know so much about any of those topics but that’s his world, so I know way more than my fair share.
He’s a young dude finding his own style; from his signature long hair, old brown brogues, vintage trousers & military jackets all teamed with the classic Murphy frown and a fuzzy moustache.
I’m not ready for him to move out but as seeing as he got the grades this morning he’ll be following his passion for history and heading off to uni next month. Amazingly exciting and heartbreaking all rolled into one.
Feels like everything is changing and I wonder where my little boy went? And at the same time I’m so very proud of the young man he’s becoming.
