08 April 2009
Yesterday my youngest, my baby, turned five. It sounds so old - so much older than four. He was so excited that he woke up way early and spent the entire day telling everyone he saw, strangers included!
He had already had his party so he just celebrated with a snack to share at preschool and then we went out to dinner at a Japanese hibachi place the kids love (we call it "the place where they cook in front of you" and it's usually where they want to go on birthdays)...every time the music and lights would indicate that it was someone's birthday (they come & sing), he would get all excited and then concerned that they might forget him. But eventually it was his turn & he loved it!
The night before, we had him sleep with us (pretty common, actually) and I told him his birth story again - how he was born in water at home and seemed to swim up to the surface and how we were the very first people ever to touch him. I told him about how his biggest brother, then six, cut the cord and how he had crawled up my belly and started to nurse all on his own.
Five years ago I was snuggled in bed with this baby boy of mine, resting gratefully, knowing we had been blessed and trusting that I could stay in bed with my baby for days and days while others cared for the household. Third time's a charm.
FIVE - wow!