<p>Hey y’all~</p>
<p>O.K., this is a shameless plug for some hugs and emotional support. Sorry. <em>blush</em></p>
<p>Winter is “birthday season” around here. Five of my six kids have winter birthdays. All of my girls are on the last day of a winter month (12/31, 1/31, 2/28), and two of my boys birthdays are coming up this week, my oldest and my youngest. Ironically, both of those boys were due on March 3…only 11 years apart! I had PIH with both, both were induced on Feb. 24, and they ended up being born one day apart (think DAYS long labor with the first–on pitocin!). </p>
<p>Birthdays have always been hugely celebrated around here, but for me, they are also poignant reminders of the inevitable–that one day all of these kids will be “grown up” and gone. <em>sigh</em> </p>
<p>This year, though, is particularly difficult. It will be the first year EVER that I will not be with my oldest on his special day. For some reason, this is hitting me really hard–I could hardly sleep last night just thinking of him being 1250 miles away without his family on his 19th birthday. Has anyone else felt like this? It is just tearing at my heart…</p>
<p>And then on top of that, my youngest son will turn 8 the day before my oldest will turn 19. <em>I DON’T WANT HIM TO GROW UP!!!</em> O.K., that had to be said. Despite my wishes, HE wants to grow up. Despite my wishes he IS growing up. Neither he nor nature is listening to me!! <em>lol</em> ;)</p>
<p>I know that I have so little time left to be the mother of this exuberant little boy whose new “grown up” front teeth are just slightly too big for his still-babyish face. This little boy whose sweet, loving nature and naivete may or may not withstand the social assault of the public schools. This little boy who, if his hair gets even slightly too long, has this little tuft that stands up at the back of his head like Dennis the Menace (we call his two crowns his “doublers” and I kiss them every chance I get…if I ask him for a kiss, he comes over and turns around and leans his head back so that I can kiss them 'cause in true little boy fashion, he’s not overly fond of kisses on the face). <em>lol</em></p>
<p>On the 28th, my youngest little girl will be 11. She, too, is growing up, despite the fact that she is still this dainty, delicate, gorgeous little bit of a thing. Soooooooooooooooooo loving. Sooooooooooooooo innocent. Yet one more step in her journey to adulthood…</p>
<p>This in inevitable. I realize that. But it is hard. And NOT being with my oldest on his birthday? That is the hardest thing of all. :(</p>
<p>Any suggestions on how to make his birthday extra special from afar would be greatly appreciated. I have a quadruple batch of his favorite cookie dough in the fridge and am planning on sending a bunch of homemade cookies along with the gifts I’ve bought and packed. I have one of his local friends contacting one of his friends at Duke so his dormmates will know. What else can I do? </p>
<p>Thanks, y’all, for indulging my pity party. I so appreciate your wonderful support!</p>
<p>love, ~berurah, who wishes her kids could stay young forever!! :)</p>