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    Happy Birthday, Baby

    May 25, 2009 by Brandy Vencel

    Seven years ago today, E. made me a mother. {Or, more accurately, God made me the mother of E.} It was the most terrifying day of my life, to say the least. Well, maybe that was the next day when we took him home. But nonetheless, I had never had so much responsibility in my life, and I was frightened. This was one area where failure was not an option.

    And now, here we are, seven years later. My, how time has flown. Now I know why people say such things. I feel older at having a seven-year-old than I did at turning thirty.

    This past year has been a joyous one, with the defeat of the food allergies and the development in all areas of life which came along quite nicely once he was healthy.

    If there is anything E. has taught me, it is that people, especially children, often grow in great leaps and bounds. I think I always thought that people were like plants, with slow and steady growth that would be barely noticeable to the naked eye. E. was quick to correct me on this.

    I remember when he was just a tiny infant, and suddenly, I couldn’t hardly get him to nurse. He was giving me all the signs that he was hungry, and yet his eyes were bugging out of his head and he was looking all around the room. I, like a typical panicky first-time mommy, called my lactation consultant.

    That was the first time I ever heard the term “developmental leap.”

    But it’s true! Sometimes, babies just wake up with improved eyesight, or the ability to sit up, or whatever. There are, of course, things that are slow and steady, like gaining weight or getting taller, but children are dynamic in the truest sense of the word.

    One day, when E. was 10-months-old, he decided to walk, even though he had never crawled or even cruised. When he was 3, he decided to read. Sure, it took lessons, but before that came that leap, that jumping into the subject, ready for it all of a sudden and all at once.

    This past year, E. did it again. He decided to ride his bike one chilly Saturday morning. He took the training wheels off and never looked back. Si mused later that he always assumed he’d have to teach him, but I think we are learning that children simmer nicely given the right environmental ingredients.

    He also decided to begin writing notes and also keeping a diary of his day’s events. He began understanding metaphor. And if I’m not mistaken, he decided last Thursday that he was going to be “good” at math.

    I had him all alone for almost three years. Two peas in a pod, that’s what we were back then. But the role of older brother? It suits him just fine. I look forward to another year of leaps and bounds, all while I try to not be too sentimental about the past and the little toddler he once was.

    Other posts about E.:
    The Bad Beginning
    Happy Birthday, E.!
    The Darndest Things: What Boys are For
    The Darndest Things: Stop Throwing Things!
    The Darndest Things: The Gift Giver

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  • Reply Gracie May 25, 2009 at 11:40 pm

    Happy Birthday E! I remember visiting you in the hospital and making my weekly and almost daily visit to your Whittier home and I remember the first time I heard you call me Aunt Gwace. It was the sweetest sound to my ears! I love you so much E! You truly have been one of my all time favorites. 🙂 Actually, you’re still #1 in my heart. Love you!!!! Aunt Gwace. 🙂

  • Reply Lift Up Your Hearts May 25, 2009 at 7:25 pm

    Happy Birthday, young man! It is hard to believe that you are seven!

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