Thank God for My Son!

No, I am not going to write a book. So, just relax.

For my son, a Wonderful son

Your birthday brings back memories of your infant days

It's natural on your birthday, my son, to look back and recall

The special happiness you've brought

Since you were very, very small

And though the years bring changes

There's one thing they'll never do

And that's to change

the loving pride in every thought of you.

Happy Birthday with Love!~~Me

I can't believe my little boy is seven yesterday!!! It was just yesterday that my daughters were seven years old--hard to believe that our precious son is seven. Time passes way too fast. His birth brought an amazing revelation to my life. It is the relationship between a mother and her son. Now, don't get me wrong. I love and adore my girls; we have a special relationship too. Let's face it; they will always be their daddy's girls. And I love that for them and their daddy.

I was hospitalized for ten days in first trimester, pregnant with him due to spotting. My OBGYN was ultra conservative and played it SAFE. In fact, she wasn’t going to release me from the hospital for the remaining term until I convinced her I would have 24-hour help at home while I stayed bed rest for following six months. Just imagine…me bed rest with two active toddlers, four and two. I was lucky not re-admitting to the hospital for working on husband and his partner’s business plan to potential investors, days after days, nights after nights. Weeks after weeks, the doctor told me unkindly how she might have to deliver him prematurely. I endured such mental torture and physical strain for six months! My reward was a beautiful, healthy, very peaceful and sweet baby. I was full of mixed emotions…fears and excitement.

I will never forget the day we found out we were having a boy. Hubby was adamantly in denial. He was very sure of himself that we were expecting another girl. For unknown reason, he was not thrilled about a boy. His perception of a boy is a stereo-type…someone who beats on things with a stick or kick anything in sight just for the sake of doing so. Plus, he got the routines down with the girls. He did not like the unexpected. It took him a few months for the adjustment after our son was born. Then, hubby took a job assignment in Naples, Florida for three months when our son was only six months old. It gave me a chance for bonding I would not have otherwise with my children.

My son is a great kid and I am very proud of him. I thank God every day for him and my girls. He is not perfect, any more than I am. Sure, he has his selfish moments like most people (including me;) but he shares almost everything he gets even if it means he gives away the last of what he has.

I love that about my son and the girls. He is full of energy and life. He is creative, remarkably witty, charming, and fun to be around. He loves to dig for creatures—frogs, reptiles, snakes (yes, snakes!) and whatever else he may spot--in every corner of our yard and in nature. He loves to learn new things, play with his friends, play video games with his sisters, ride his bike, and be a comedian.

One of the most unique things about him is his generous, gentle, and kind spirit. Just last week, unbeknownst to me, he gave his sister five dollars he got from the tooth fairy (which was his sister!) so she could send money in registering for a horse camp this summer. What a sweet boy! I pray that God will continue to bless him, use that in him as he grows, and that he will always keep that generous spirit and help this world out in mighty ways. Thank God for my son!