This year my little boy turns seven -- seven!! The age of seven has always been a breaking point in my mind -- the age where a kid starts slipping away from the mama's boy mentality and into more uncharted and independent territory. The age where the opposite sex becomes the enemy whereas just a year ago he couldn't tell a difference. Seven is also a very significant number for me personally. I have loved the number 7 ever since the third grade multiplication tables where I learned to zip through the sevens in lightning speed -- go ahead and test me, I've still got it! But that digit became even more critical when Cory would tease me and declare that he was only marrying me for 7 years and then, if mutually favorable, we could renew our "contract." (3 years ago on our 7 year miracle mark I actually had a real contract made up and will share it with you all some day. Yeah, it's about time that I dusted that thing off and see if we are both living up to it.) But, back to Alex.... Since he is 7 it means that it has been 7 years since I became a mother. Seven years of faking it, winging it, and losing it. Seven years of giving up, giving in and getting back up. Seven years full of moments I wanted to run away from and moments that I wouldn't trade for the world. I remember a time when I was little and I lost something and, after some intense questioning, my mother told me exactly where to look for it. When I asked her how she knew where to find things her response was, "Moms know everything." I have later related that memory to her and she is appalled that those words would ever leave her mouth, but I remember them quite clearly. And, truthfully, I believed her and still do where she is concerned. I wonder what my kids think of their mother who quite clearly does not know everything. I think, young as they are, they already realize that I don't. But it has been an adventure and one that I am grateful to not be alone in. Thanks for the last 7 years, Alex. Your father and I have conferred and would like to extend your contract. Bring on the next 7 -- I'm game if you are!!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
This year my little boy turns seven -- seven!! The age of seven has always been a breaking point in my mind -- the age where a kid starts slipping away from the mama's boy mentality and into more uncharted and independent territory. The age where the opposite sex becomes the enemy whereas just a year ago he couldn't tell a difference. Seven is also a very significant number for me personally. I have loved the number 7 ever since the third grade multiplication tables where I learned to zip through the sevens in lightning speed -- go ahead and test me, I've still got it! But that digit became even more critical when Cory would tease me and declare that he was only marrying me for 7 years and then, if mutually favorable, we could renew our "contract." (3 years ago on our 7 year miracle mark I actually had a real contract made up and will share it with you all some day. Yeah, it's about time that I dusted that thing off and see if we are both living up to it.) But, back to Alex.... Since he is 7 it means that it has been 7 years since I became a mother. Seven years of faking it, winging it, and losing it. Seven years of giving up, giving in and getting back up. Seven years full of moments I wanted to run away from and moments that I wouldn't trade for the world. I remember a time when I was little and I lost something and, after some intense questioning, my mother told me exactly where to look for it. When I asked her how she knew where to find things her response was, "Moms know everything." I have later related that memory to her and she is appalled that those words would ever leave her mouth, but I remember them quite clearly. And, truthfully, I believed her and still do where she is concerned. I wonder what my kids think of their mother who quite clearly does not know everything. I think, young as they are, they already realize that I don't. But it has been an adventure and one that I am grateful to not be alone in. Thanks for the last 7 years, Alex. Your father and I have conferred and would like to extend your contract. Bring on the next 7 -- I'm game if you are!!
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