eighteen days
Just eighteen days…
You came out kicking. It was the strangest sensation to feel you pushing your way out of me so fiercely after taking your sweet time working your way down the birth canal. You let me push for two hours before you got frustrated with me and took matters into your own hands (or feet as the case may be). You have always had that fiery independent streak (and the habit of ‘humoring’ me).
I have watched you grow – have been astounded by the beauty of your greatest strengths – have been saddened by the lingering nature of some of your greatest weaknesses. You certainly inherited the best and worst of both your father and me. I can’t decide which frustrates me more. But overall, I am so very proud of you.
In a moment, the gift God gave through His Son was made more tangible to me – the very moment of your arrival in the world.
Some of the subsequent days took eons to elapse - perhaps most notably those days filled with colic, temper tantrums, and natural investigative curiosity. But suddenly, I look back and you are no longer behind me or looking up to me as you hold my hand. You still hold my hand from time to time, but I look up to you as I struggle to keep up with your rapid pace. Suddenly you have a driver’s license, business cards, a college I.D., and a voter’s identification card. Suddenly you are about to be…
Eighteen.
You came out kicking. It was the strangest sensation to feel you pushing your way out of me so fiercely after taking your sweet time working your way down the birth canal. You let me push for two hours before you got frustrated with me and took matters into your own hands (or feet as the case may be). You have always had that fiery independent streak (and the habit of ‘humoring’ me).
I have watched you grow – have been astounded by the beauty of your greatest strengths – have been saddened by the lingering nature of some of your greatest weaknesses. You certainly inherited the best and worst of both your father and me. I can’t decide which frustrates me more. But overall, I am so very proud of you.
In a moment, the gift God gave through His Son was made more tangible to me – the very moment of your arrival in the world.
Some of the subsequent days took eons to elapse - perhaps most notably those days filled with colic, temper tantrums, and natural investigative curiosity. But suddenly, I look back and you are no longer behind me or looking up to me as you hold my hand. You still hold my hand from time to time, but I look up to you as I struggle to keep up with your rapid pace. Suddenly you have a driver’s license, business cards, a college I.D., and a voter’s identification card. Suddenly you are about to be…
Eighteen.
posted by atypical at
11:48 PM
4 Comments:
Reading this makes me think of my own "little" boy... sixteen and some odd months... It will be my turn to write this post before I know it.
I'm glad there's someone there ahead me I can run to for advice when the time comes!
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Unknown, at 2:04 AM
It gets better and better and better.....honestly it does.
Painfully joyful, it's an adventure to befriend the child of G-d I was graced to teach and guide and love into where she is today.
*sigh*
It's such an understatement to say "they grow up so fast......"
By
Mel, at 8:00 AM
Oh.....happy birthday to him!
And happy birth day to you.
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Mel, at 8:01 AM
i'm just catching up here -- happy birthday to him!
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Anonymous, at 6:04 PM
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