My son turned 5 years old today. [Edit – Technically he turned 5 yesterday, as I’m posting this in the wee hours of June 2.] Five. Years. Old. Five years ago he came into this world and my life changed forever. He was placed in my arms for the first time directly after his birth at 1:32 A.M., June 1, 2006. My heart had never felt so full as it did at that exact moment. From that moment on, I was someone’s Mom. It has been the most difficult and most rewarding job I have ever had, and I am thankful every single day for this blessing in my life.
At 1:32 this morning, I quietly went into my son’s bedroom to wish him a happy birthday. I go into his room every year at 1:32 on his birthday to kiss him and tell him how much I love him. This year, I stood by his bedside and just stared in awe at the wonder before me. I watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his small chest as he slept peacefully. I listened to his breath strong and steady, and said a silent prayer to thank God for bringing this child into my life. He has been the breath in my lungs and the beat of my heart since the nanosecond he came into this world. I kissed his forehead, as I did 5 years ago when he was first placed in my arms. My heart melted, as it did that first moment I laid eyes on him.
Recently we celebrated Mother’s Day. I know that this is technically occasion to celebrate Moms who can, from time to time, be underappreciated and perhaps even slightly taken for granted. For the picking up after, taking care of, and putting up with that we do, we can, occasionally, be un(der)appreciated by our offspring or our significant others. But on that day, and this–the anniversary of the day I became a Mom–I choose to look at things from a different point of view. I choose to take hold of the blessing I’ve been given in being tasked with being a Mom in the first place.
It is a privilege for me to be my son’s Mom. That is something I can take for granted from time to time. So on days like this, I choose to reflect on the gift I’ve been given.
Today I celebrate the day my son was brought into this world, into my life. I learn something every single day from being his Mom. I cannot wait to see what he teaches me next.
Happy birthday, Jack. I love you.