My Baby is 17!
By admin / December 9, 2015 / 0 Comment
10-10-98 — 10 lbs 9 oz — 22 inches — 11:10 am:
Those are the numbers that brought Ben into the world 17 years ago today.
Saturday, October 10, 1998, on a day just like today; bright and sunny, with some wind, a cool fall day, Ben arrived at 11:10 am: weighing 10 pounds 9 ounces, 22 inches long, literally kicking his way into the world. Ben is 17 TODAY; some days I forget that; there is something to hanging onto the baby. From the time he arrived, I have said this about him: “In order to truly appreciate him, you should spend an inordinate amount of time with him”.
17 Reasons Ben is good for my soul!
- He makes a point to hug me EVERY day, more than once!
- His finds humor and laughter in so many situations; makes me belly laugh a lot.
- He helps me be really okay with being quiet.
- He eats healthy, which helps me every day.
- He shows great respect about curfew and teenage stuff.
- He is like my dad; listens, ponders, then responds.
- He goes above and beyond in building relationship with his grandparents.
- He is an incredibly hard worker.
- He can totally enjoy doing nothing and helps me do the same without guilt.
- He loves dogs.
- He is great friends with his brother; they can do more movie quotes than anyone!
- He thanks me for making him breakfast every day.
- He is polite and helpful to people.
- He can dust the house better than me.
- He helps me laugh at myself when I get too uptight about life.
- He is loyal and honest.
- He is the BIGGEST “Friends” fan ever.
As I drove home yesterday from work and approached my house, I saw two men in my yard, throwing a ball, and the song playing on the radio was John Waller’s “While I’m Waiting”. I’m hearing those words and watching, what I now realize are my boys, playing catch with the baseball. They come toward me; I kept the doors locked, so they laid on the hood of my car and made faces. I can’t hear them, but I can see them; being boys, laughing, teasing, wondering why I’m watching them; thinking has she lost her mind and wondering whether I’m going to cry, for no apparent reason. What they don’t know is that 17 years/19 years of emotion, love, laughter, fatigue, pride, joy and memories are flooding my mind. All I can think is that I worked hard to raise them alone; that I did my job of creating independent, conscientious, hard-working boys/men, who are prepared for the world and they’re doing exactly what I taught them; heading off to make their way in the world. A mother can’t explain what/why she feels what she does about her children. She just sees them throwing a ball in the yard and realizes that you just move ahead, bold and confident, taking every step in obedience, and trust God to protect and help and love them every day.
Happy Birthday Ben!