Saturday, May 8, 2010

Happy Birthday to P

My fourth boy turned 12 today. I remember thinking my life was over when my oldest hit such big markers--but somehow four leaving childhood behind, makes me cherish my fews years of mothering left. I know the blur that is junior high and high school. I am going to blink and it will be his graduation too. I want to scoop him up and hold him and tell him I love him--quick before he won't let me. I have been reminiscing about the day he was born. The doctor induced me and the epidural worked perfectly. I sat watching the Wizard of Oz with my husband thinking, childbirth shouldn't be so easy. I have to say, he continues to make me feel that way. When he was three if I asked him to do something to help out he would always answer with a grin, "Sure mom, sure!" Now, he gets up to feed the chickens and never complains--rejoices when the chicks hatch, and quietly bury any that don't survive. He shares his life and love with his brothers and last week offered his hard earned cash to his sister because she wanted to buy a new book. Sometimes I think I don't deserve to be so blessed. I love being his mom--every minute of these twelve years. Thanks for being mine P.


  1. Amy, all I can do is cry. My favorite memory of P. is when he was just a small little thing, I don't remember where we were going but it Christmas. P was sing with the radio... Happy Holidays, Happy Holidays. To me it was the greatest sound of Christmas.

  2. Such a sweet explanation of who he is. Thanks for sharing.

  3. oh how i love this post. (and him) (so happy he was born).