FAMILY LIVING, Ode To a Boy


He went bra shopping with me. He was trying to be helpful. Looking around the shop, he began, “So, what kind of breasts do you want, Mom?” I had planned this outing before I knew L was coming along.

But I would take that boy anywhere, any day!

 

ODE TO A BOY:

When you were born, my heart swelled as wide as eternity. It was as if I had loved you for as long as I had existed.

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One day I could hear E trying to talk to you. You were such a little baby. She said, “We need you in our family, Baby L.  You belong with us.”

L, you couldn’t understand her that day, but I pray you understand us today. We love you. We need you in our family. You will always belong with us.

You are strong and brave. And you have always used your bravery and strength to protect and help others. When a little girl was being picked-on at the playground, you put yourself between her and the bully. When some wild boys were chasing your little brother, J, you protected him, hugging him close and pointing your warning finger in their direction, until the boys ran away.

I remember overhearing you, one evening, talking to J. Your arm around his shoulder, you said, “With your strength and my speed…” I am not sure where you were going with that, but with such confidence, you two could be planning to conquer the world, together.

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You are always up for an adventure. You’ve traveled from Rome to Paris, from Amsterdam to Africa, from Ireland to Istanbul. From Luxemburg to Lisbon. Seventeen countries in your few years of life. And you still wake up asking, ‘Can we go on an adventure today?’

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You are a share-er.

You are a think-er. “If I die being eaten by a shark, will I resurrect IN the shark?”

You are kind. While walking together one day, you wanted to talk to me about the Good Samaritan. That story really struck you. “But, Mom,” you confessed after some thought, “I cannot be a Good Samaritan. I will just have to be a Good American.”

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You are a runner.  “The life of runing is simpel. You just haft to run. You can probobly beat me if you are fastes in the class. Otherwise you can’t beat me. Fifth grade is no problome. I can beat a fifth grader but only by a second.” (Personal Journal, September 2015)

You are clever. Your maxim being: Wise, yet harmless.

You are charming.

You are honest.

You are obedient.

And …you’d rather stuff your wellies with rocks, than not bring the rocks home.

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You are my sunshine, my precious sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head, and I cried

You are my sunshine, my ray of sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

 

Happy Birthday, my sunshine – my growing boy, L.

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5 Comments

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    Marina
    March 21, 2016
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    Happy Birthday To the happiest, smallest and most one of handsome boys I ever met! We wish you all the best

    Rachel, this was so sweet and funny! You don’t know how I needed this

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      Marina
      March 21, 2016
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      Smartest**

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    CMN
    March 21, 2016
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    LOVE LOVE LOVE that boy. And LOVE LOVE LOVE this post! HowEVER did you keep a straight face in the underwear store??

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    Erica
    March 22, 2016
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    Oh Rach, he’s adorable! Can you believe how fast he’s growing up? What a sweet, fun, adventurous boy. Sure love him {and you}!

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    BRYANT
    April 20, 2016
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    For some background: our kids LOVE to collect rocks (& sea shells). Everywhere we go, they put rocks in their pockets. After one vacation I was cleaning out the rental car and found dozens of golf ball sized rocks the kids had quietly collected at each stop. And on several trips they tried to bring rocks the size of cinder blocks back to the car. So I made a rule, you could bring only what rocks you were willing (& able) to fit in your wellies. I thought they’d collect fewer rocks because it’s not fun to walk with rocks in your shoes. Nope! Still brought lots of rocks (see photo of L above).

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