LouAnn who pens the fantastic blog onthehomefrontandbeyond.wordpress.com, accepted a gauntlet – to devote one post a week to write about one’s blessings. I like the idea, especially given all the other topics that one can entertain. And for me there are at least three days in any given year which are deserving of individual mention. Today is one of them.
Thirty two years ago today, I became a mom for the first time. I would become a mom two more times – another wonderful boy two-plus years later, and one more gift that came as part of the package that is Andy (and in many ways he helped seal the deal, because I fell for that little boy the moment I met him). But today it is about the man who can claim this day as his birthday.
I am not going to go too far back in time – for it will make his eyes roll and may somehow diminish the present. Yet, I hold thirty-two years worth of moments (longer if one were to include the lengthy conversations we had before he actually appeared). I have known him and loved him longer than he has known himself. That gives me a pretty decent perspective on the qualities that make the man.
He’s a really, really good man. He’s smart and dogged, determined and stalwart. He loves his wife tenderly and holds their relationship tenaciously. He still wants me in his life. And I love being a part of it. Sometimes he worries about me, other times he is probably frustrated by me – much of the time we just talk about the stuff of which life is made. He has gotten certain traits from me, but he is far more his own incredible concoction of talents and flaws than anything else. I take no credit – he has much credit to take. And I am blessed to be his mom. To have been a part of his journey and the keeper of some of his secrets. To have been provided with the opportunity to laugh and cry with him, celebrate and grieve with him, ponder and occasionally just punt when there seemed like nothing else to do.
Time has accelerated since I became a mom, because its passing has been marked by their development and growth, stumbles and leaps. I have often wished that it would slow down a bit, for I consider myself way too immature to be the mother of such phenomenal adults. Part of the blessing I guess, is that in my heart, he is (as his brothers are) my boys, my heart and my soul. I always knew I wanted to be a mom, even when I was too young to know they ways to become one. But my greatest legacy is not that I am a mom – it’s that I’m the mom of these men. Happy Birthday my magnificent boy – you are loved beyond all measure.
(And those this isn’t a video of you, the song of course is for you)