Last Sunday, my son turned 8. As in EIGHT years-old! Seriously, I remember the day he was born like it was YESTERDAY, how have 8 EXTREMELY eventful years passed already???
I admit, I used to get sad on my kids’ birthdays. I used to reflect on the year and revel at how quickly it passed. I used to fear the years passing and us all getting older. I used to be stupid, if you ask me.
Another year passing is a CELEBRATION. Yes, the kids are growing and before I know it, they will be off on their own adventures. But ask my parents, “With your youngest being 34 years old, have you stopped parenting?” Uh, no.
Another year gone by is a reason to celebrate the growth and setbacks; trials and the triumphs; the LIFE we have lived and CONTINUE to LIVE.
Life passing and moving is a reason to celebrate in joy! So on this day, or a week later, I celebrate another year passed. I celebrate the baby I prayed for years, who finally showed up. I celebrate the person who made me a mother. I celebrate the person who taught me true patience, as well as showing me exactly the point where I run out patience. I celebrate the first person who CHALLENGES my heart and soul on a DAILY basis; but is worth every moment of it. I celebrate the person who taught me to fight for what’s right and speak up when no one listens. I celebrate the travels we have embarked on, and continue to plan. I celebrate our family that is filled and surrounded by love.
Wouldn’t you know, this revelation was brought to my attention on my son’s birthday, which just happened to fall on Easter this year. Coincidence? I think not.
On my son’s 8th birthday, there were no tears about another year passed. Oh no, it was happiness and a celebration of a life being lived imperfectly perfect and together.
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