Sawyer's 8th Birthday
Holding my newborn baby, my first born, my son, those 8 years ago. I love birthdays, if for no other reason, because it is a day of reflection. I think back to the day we met him and remember of his birth only the joy of meeting him and being his mother. I think nothing of the hardships that I experienced those first couple of years, only the amazement at how this big 8 year old boy was once my teeny tiny baby and then my toddling little boy. I am grateful, for the chance to keep him near me, to school him at home, to spend every hour of the day with him under my care. I rejoice and lament that I still have and yet only have (Lord willing) 10 more years with him before he will be a young man ready to establish is adult life. I wonder how I will let go of him. I wonder what kind of man he will be. I think of mothers who have lost their children and I anguish for them because I can't imagine it. I reflect on the job that I am doing as his ...