five

I'm not sure how I got here, but I have a five-year-old.  I hardly feel like I've moved much beyond that foggy new parent stage of life, until I realize that I get to sleep in while my big kid plays with legos in his bedroom.  This, among luxuries like eating my own meal and having time to write on a blog once in a while, are sweet rewards of a child growing older.

Five years ago, when Obi-1 was born, I became "mama." Motherhood was such a significant transition in my identity, it brought a new title and name.  Those first years were a challenge, and I'm certain I did not accomplish all things gracefully, but motherhood has been one of the deepest blessings of my life.  I love being Mama, because of those who call me by that name.  This is a day to celebrate, and a day to look ahead with joy.  

Happy Birthday, Obi-1.  You amaze and impress me.  Your stories make me laugh and think, your drawings make me imagine and consider, and your future is exciting and hopeful.   You are growing into a young boy with thoughts and dreams and personality all your own.  I hope and pray your fifth year will bring you many blessings.  As you grow older, part of me wants to hold onto my little baby, but mostly I'm excited to grow with you.

Our day will be filled with meeting our new pre-kindergarten teacher, finishing a (requested) carrot cake's frosting, and staging a venerable pirate party.  It is my first time to host a party with a handful of little friends without their parents.  What an adventure!  Treasure may lie buried in my backyard, but greater gifts continue to grow in my birthday boy.