My appointment was set for October 22, 1998 at noon. While I sat in the living room waiting for Hubby to pick me up, I could hardly contain my excitement about what this day would bring. The excitement I felt paled in comparison to the absolute terror that was building up in my soul. What if I could not handle this project? What if I failed at executing this task?
We arrived at our destination and I wanted to cry; not from the physical challenge ahead but, from my complete lack of experience in this arena. What project that was causing such anxiety? Delivering my baby boy!
I come from a long line of girls; I was an only child and an expert in girl-ville, mom was one of three girls, out of thirteen grandchildren in our fam, only two were boys and babysitting jobs were all girly-girl related. I was terrified at the baby boy “bells and whistles” and the “active” boy stories I have heard through the years.
By now you surly know that I figured this little guy out and am happy to say that my boy has been a complete blessing in my life! His curiosity about life keeps me on my toes; questioning everything and often causing me to run to the Internet to look for an answer. I fondly remember when he was teeny; he came running in telling me about an insect he found on the kitchen table.
“It has a bumble bee head, bumble bee legs and bumble bee wings! I think it is a bumble bee!” He exclaimed with glee. I ran into the kitchen to protect my little pumpkin from the ferocious “sting-thing” only to discover it was a chocolate cake crumb!
He is my little philosopher – analyzing everything and always trying to come up with solutions. In case you were ever wondering why there are waves, it is because God is blow drying his hair. And, for the spiritual folks out there, the reason that God’s people die is because they have stinky breath. I’m just sayin’.
He is a young dude with an old soul; asking me often what I thought God wanted him to do during this life. He is filled with compassion and can be found offering a hand to a teammate or opponent who has taken a hit during a game or providing an encouraging “good job” during a play.
I am constantly amazed at how thrilled he gets at each endeavor and never wants to miss any activity or opportunity. Soccer, baseball, viola, guitar, anything mathematical and now an attempt at Student Body Vice President, it is never a dull moment around here.
So I wish a very Happy 12th Birthday to the best son ever!
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Happy Birthday to him! He sounds like the kind of son a mommy dreams for, good for you for raising him so well!
Hi Khara and thanks so much! I don’t know that I had any involvement – he is just a great kid!
Now, cross your fingers that Obama will scamper out of L.A. so we can take our dude out to dinner!
It is amazing to see how unique each child is. I raised three daughters and often wondered if having a son would have made it a completely different experience. Thank you for reminding me how precious each child is. Happy 12th birthday to your son!
Awe what a sweet story, happy birthday to your son! I never imagined having boys…I mean what would I do with them? And here I am a mom of two! Boys are so sweet and special!
Such a sweet post. You know I have a couple of those precious boys I’m wild about too. Happy birthday to your sweet boy!
What a delight to “meet” your little (not so little) one in this post! I had three daughters and one granddaughter and THEN had a grandson. I know just what you mean about the terror AND the ensuing joy! I LOVE my grandboys as much as my grandgirls – they are all so blessings and joys! Thanks for such an enjoyable article and the big smile on my face from it.
Happy Birthday to your dear, sweet boy!! Boys are wonderful, surprising,and active blessings, aren’t they?
Your son sounds smart, kind, and talented. I hope he had a most wonderful Birthday weekend:)
Awww, this was nice. Enjoy these next two years. Because 14 seems to trigger the mouth, and then the boy will know everything.
Sandra…thanks for stopping by! I am worried about 14! I have a 17 year old daughter and I know that teens seem to know EVERYTHING! Not looking forward to round two! :/
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