Wednesday, April 8, 2009

My "Don't Wanna Be" Five -Year-Old

Five years ago today, Dave and I were blessed with our baby boy. I was absolutely shocked to have a boy. I felt certain I was having another girl and was content with that. There were no sons on either side of the family, so I was sure we were meant to have daughters only.

I'll never forget that final push; our baby arriving; blessed relief; hearing our baby's healthy cry; Dave cutting the umbilical cord; and finally remembering to ask what we had.

And Dave very quietly - I honestly think he was choked up - telling me we had a son. I remember my doctor (she was the same doctor who attended the delivery of all of my nieces) saying that the "the mold was broken - we now had a boy in our family".

I remember my mom and youngest sister crying as I called them first to tell them. My mom had a grandson. My sister had a nephew.

I remember Dave's sister exclaiming in delight, "I KNEW IT!" There was finally a boy to carry on the name.

I remember the feeling I had of having a son, and a daughter. The Million Dollar Family. A firstborn girl. A son to carry on the family name.

I remember how happy I was that my husband had a son.

I remember the hours that I walked the halls - it was a slow labor, even for my second - arguing with Dave (getting rather ticked at him in the midst of my.....ummm....discomfort) over a girl's name. We had already settled on Seth for a boy, but I was certain we were having a girl.

And I remember Dave telling me a while later that he had believed that God told him we were having a boy, but he just never told me. And to think that man argued with me over a girl's name while in labor. I mean, why couldn't he let me pick any ridiculous girl's name I wanted if he knew we were having a boy anyway, just to make me happy? I tell ya, sometimes men deserve a good smack. :)


My adorable Seffie, at 7 months of age. Unlike his sister, he changed dramatically in his looks as a newborn until now.


One of the most recent pictures I have of Seth, taken in February at the Phoenix Zoo. The little cutie pie.

We had a birthday party last night for Hannah and Seth. It was a late night, but the kids went to bed happy. However, today, his actual birthday, wasn't quite the same. He was a grump all day. Now that the sun comes up much earlier, he cannot sleep in. Consequently, I made him lie down this afternoon. When he woke up, he called me, so I went in and snuggled him for a bit. I reminded him that he was now a big FIVE-YEAR-OLD boy and no longer four.

"I don't wanna be five mom!"

Surprised, I asked why he didn't want to be five.

"Because I don't wanna be six! And six comes after five!"

Shocked even more, I asked him why he didn't want to be six.

"Because when I'm six, I'll lose my tooth! And I don't wanna lose my tooth!"

Tonight in church, the little goose drew me this picture. Of ME. His Mother. I felt special.


Signed by the artist himself. And I ask myself: Did I have bags under my eyes today? Particularly in my left eye?

Either that or I ran into the door frame.

At least I was much, much slimmer. And that works for me.



10 comments:

Amy St. Pierre said...

I just LOVE those stick pictures too! Being that skinny, well, maybe not, but just knowing it was drawn from the innocent eyes and mind of a child who loves you unconditionally is so awesome! Happy Birthday Seth!

Rachel Peterson said...

Both your children are very special. I love them to peices. I loved how Seth was like "Six comes after five and I dont wanna be six cuz then I will lose my tooth"
Seeing them growing up makes me happy.

Anonymous said...

Aaaawwww there is my little tuna fish boy!!!!

Darla said...

Thanks Amy & Rachel. And Lana, only you and "Tuna fish boy". Thought you could sneak that in anonymously, huh?

Rachel Roberts said...

So precious! I love his theory about not wanting to be a five-year-old.

Enjoyed the baby pictures too. He was a little chubby one too, eh? Cute!

Graceful Threads said...

Precious! Love the 7 month pic with the chubby cheeks and fuzzy hair. They are little rolly pollys at that age.

So, was it not standard to get a sono? Everybody knows what they are having these days.

Darla said...

Rachel R: Loved his theory, too. Here I thought he'd be excited to be five.

Sis. C: It does seem that most people find out what they're having these days, but we really didn't want to know for sure. I think it made the delivery that much more special.

Does that mean you are going to find out what you're having?

april g said...

Hey Darla,

You have such a lovely family! I didn't know you have a son so close in age to my son (he turned 5 last September). 5 year olds are fun. :)

April (was Loyer, but is now Gibson in case you aren't sure who I am... hee hee)

Darla said...

April! What a pleasant surprise and sweet comments. I didn't realize our sons were that close in age, either, and yes - five-year-olds are a joy!

I'll head on over to check your blog out. Thanks for stopping by mine.

april g said...

I have a couple blogs... organiquegal.wordpress.com and meandmypcos.blogspot.com are my public blogs. :)