Eleven years ago (and thirty-nine weeks of pregnancy) you came into our lives. When I found out I was preggers with you, I admit, I did not do a pregnancy "yippee" dance. I was too into myself and getting MY life back on track. I was busy with your two older siblings . . . too busy wanting what I wanted. However, I did want more children and was happy about the blessing anyway. Pregnancy with you meant kissing my newly re-shaped bod good-bye and without a doubt, another c-section (which, at the time scared the piss out of me). Each ultrasound brought scary news: something might be wrong, here; the next ultrasound it wouldn't be that, but this. Finally, the techs narrowed things down to: I had gestational diabetes. Good thing I like all kinds of foods, so this wasn't a hardship. I just wanted to see you and hold you - and call you mine.
Your laughter . . . you always seem to be laughing and I adore this about you. There is a sweetness to you that resonates and fills a room with a happiness people want to revisit. You are a blessing to us and I know you will be a blessing to this world. You hear Our Lord calling you to the Priesthood. I pray that you listen and heed His call, even if ultimately, it's not the path of priest, but of some other noble call.
Thank you for letting me still kiss the nape of your neck in my obnoxious motherly way. Thank you for always giggling in your infectious way that draws me from my cooking, cleaning, books, and prayer . . . for I know in those moments that you are not mine, but His. I thank God for you, Crickles, and I'm grateful you are His.
Happy Birthday.
With loads of love,
Mum
12 comments:
hope you have a great day Crickles.
Happy Birthday!
That is one seriously cute young man! I just love boys (motherly love)!
Happy Birthday to your son!
What a fun name and precious post!
I have an award for you on my blog to go grab! :)
God bless.
Thanks all. Crickles is a variation on the nickname he got when my sister's girl (at the time, a wee lass, but now 14) called him "Cricket" when praying for him. :)
Thanks for the award, Suzanne!
Happy, Happy Birthday, Crickles! Many Years!
We also are a nickname family. Sometimes they can get pretty goofy!
What a little blessing. I will say a Hail Mary for him and may he have a super duper day!
What a beautiful post! Happy Birthday! He looks just like you. :-)
Thanks, Mimi.
Christine - I've always been known as BOO in my house; My oldest boy (he's the kid making bunny ears over birthday boy in this post- his dad is in the same pic), we call him PUK (as in Hockey); my girl we call TEENIE TINY. My sister is MUFFET and my brother is BUFF/BUZZ. I call my cat Galadriel: Manimal/Manimus and I call our dog, Holly: DUM DUM.
Jen - Out of our three, that's what people keep saying: that he looks like me. Poor fella! Our oldest looks a blend; the girl a very feminine shine from her dad.
Happy birthday to your sweet boy!
You will always be JOT to me, your blogworld nickname!
Wish I had a nickname...my cousin used to call me "James" I liked it, but no one else has!!
Jamie - if we get to know each other better over time I'm sure I'll have one for you. I do for just about everyone, eventually. It's something my dad did. He did a four year stint in the Army, but he's also a 40's 50's kid so nick names were a big thing then. He talked about a guy named Diesel-breath for years . . . so he did it at home with us kids. For a while my dad called me BOOREY (Brewery) when he found out I had a wee bit much to drink at a high school dance . . . had he not laughed so much at my "doing what kids do" I think I may have been a better kid. :)
Happy Birthday!
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