This morning, we were laying in bed and Brian glanced at the clock. It said 7:02 AM. “Well,” he remarked, “three years ago today at this very moment, I was hollering at you to GET IN THE CAR and you were hollering right back that the baby was going to fall right out. And then he did. Good times, good times.”
Yes, it’s been three years today since Joseph’s unorthodox birth (I don’t think my mother has quite forgiven us for it yet). Three years of a bold and strong laddie that has enlarged every area of my life and heart and mind (and my capacity for noise).
He’s quite sick today with that head cold he caught from Evelynn but it hasn’t diminished his enjoyment of the table top hockey set and a rocket launcher (you see what I mean?) one bit. We’ll have some family over for his hockey cake later. (I’ve learned that with toddlers, the more low-key and slow the party, the better for all concerned. Amen.)
I put together a little slideshow to celebrate three years. My friend, Kim at Prairie Mama, suggested this song and, as soon as I listened to it, I cried and Brian cried (the big softie). It’s called “Hourglass” by Mindy Gledhill and oh, my word.
I write about Joseph often. But here are two of my favourites (that is code for: I read them last night and crossed over into Ugly Cry).
You’d say – like everyone else says about him - oh, man, that kid is such a boy. But he’s more than that. I see him all day, every day and he is more than anyone else could ever know.
I want to celebrate your very boy-ness sometimes, defend your right to be loud and messy, intense and physical. I’m wary of imposing or trying to squash your “spirit of more” because this wildness is part of what makes you so winsome and beautiful, so different from the rest of us and it is, I believe, what will someday make a difference in the world. I love you for it.
Happiest of birthdays, my Joe-Bear! You are my love (and then he says: “Yes, my am.”).