that’s my boy
Written by patty on July 14th, 2009It’s his first real bike.
Other than his mother’s face smothering him with kisses, it was the first thing he saw when he woke up this morning, his ninth birthday. He was up in an instant, putting on his clothes and running for his helmet.
Down the driveway he went, knees everywhere, confidently stopping with his fancy new hand brakes. Struggling to pedal back up the hill, he dismounted and started pushing.
From behind, I shouted “HEY! YOU’RE A (insert my birth name here). WE DON’T PUSH BIKES UP HILLS!”
Paul, who routinely left me behind in the dust in our mountain biking days, let out the biggest belly laugh I’ve elicited in a while.
And my boy?
He got back on that bike.
Sixteen hours of pitocin drip. An offer of marriage to the Chief of Anaesthesiology when he got the epidural on the first try. Two hours of pushing this baby with his umbilical cord tangled around his neck. A skilled doctor we consider part of the family.
He reminded me last night. “Mom, this is my last year with a single digit number.”
I know, peanut, I know.
Happy Birthday, my beautiful boy with the copper hair and the gold-flecked eyes. You changed everything. I’m so proud to be your mom. You make my heart sing.
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L just did 8. We felt much the same. (Although he won’t get ON the bike!)
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My youngest daughter turns 9 in November. My birth experience was similar; add to it suction and an on-call ob/gyn who said “your doctor owes me one.”
She won’t ride her bike without training wheels. Maybe your son can inspire her.
Happy birthday, 9 year old boy!
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And a happy birthday from the Uncool family. Enjoy the ‘tween years.
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