“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.” Psalm 127:3
Awaking to the sound of running footsteps, my son came to my side of the bed, climbed up, giving me a big hug and proclaiming, “Momma, Momma…..today is my Birthday!” “Momma, I’m FIIIVVVVEEE!” “Momma, Momma, I’m Five!”
The day that he had long awaited for was here! There is something wonderful about being five….just something that seems to take a child from the toddler stage to being a “big boy”. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.
The parental phrase, “It’s hard to believe that it’s been five years” came to my mind. You know, the moment when we all stop to reflect on “that” day….the day your child entered the world.
It all started when my daughter’s friends decided to “fork” our yard. (For those of you who have never heard of “forking”….it is the nicer version of “papering” and much less messy 🙂 February 2, 2002 at about 10:00 p.m., we noticed something weird sticking up out of the grass on our front lawn. After closer examination, we discovered that someone had quietly stuck what seemed like 4 gazillion plastic forks into the ground throughout our whole front yard! It was quite a sight! So much so, that my labor pains began shortly around 11:00 p.m. We told my daughter’s friends that it was the “forking” that started the whole thing!
We had 60 miles to travel to the hospital, so we didn’t wait around. A few hours later, at 5:58 a.m., on February 3, 2002, our first son entered the world! It was a glorious occasion!
And now, he’s “FIVE, Momma”…so proud of being a “big boy” who can pour his own juice, make his own peanut butter sandwich and even complete single digit math problems. I am so proud to be his “Momma”!
If you have a minute to comment, can I ask you to please join me in wishing my son a Happy 5th Birthday?