My joy for today is my birthday boy.
My firstborn is 7 today! I cannot believe I am the parent of a 7 year old. Seven seems like a totally different era of childhood than six. To me, 4, 5, and 6 seem to be grouped together, and then you have 7, 8, 9. It is entirely created in my mind, but still seems significant.
Since it is his birthday, I will take this opportunity to brag about our amazing son. I feel like I spend a lot of time trying to downplay his amazing qualities to not make other people feel badly when they are having trouble with their kids. Not today. Today the world must know how of his greatness!
Of course, Noah is not perfect. He recently got in trouble at a birthday party for (playfully) hitting an older boy in the ear while tricking him that there was something on his shirt. Very random and unusual act for our sweet boy, but I am sure this other boy’s parents think our son is far from perfect. However, after this act was brought to our attention, and Noah was informed that the other boy was not happy about it, he immediately and sincerely apologized. But of course, this is proof that he is not, in fact, perfect. Just nearly.
Noah has an amazingly sweet and caring spirit. He went to a water park with Chad today, just the two of them. I told him that I would miss him and was sad I would not see him much on his birthday. He then proceeded to write me a letter that said, “I will miss you too. I hope you do not forget me when I am at Aquatica. You are the best mom ever. I love you very much.” This type of event, where it is absolutely clear that he has thought a great deal about the feelings of others, happens at least every few days. I have boxes full of letters very similar to the one I just quoted. He was not a snuggly baby, but he has made up for lost time. Even though he is huge for his age, he will cuddle up on my lap and ask me to rub his back, no matter where we may happen to be. He is always sure to hug and kiss when parting or saying goodnight. If something breaks or spills, he is the first to jump in and try to help. He has a very kind soul.
Along these same lines, he is an amazing big brother to his siblings. He is patient and sweet with the little ones, and plays with them for hours at a time. He will often notice Amelia doing something adorable, and if I am not in the room, come ask me to see it and say, “She’s so cute!” When in the backyard with his siblings that are two and four years younger than him, he will push them on the swings, help them on the teeter totter, and play tag for hours.
Noah is in 1st grade, but reads at nearly a 5th grade reading level. He reads for hours a day, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night and finishing a chapter of his most recent book. The book he reads most often is the Bible. He knows Bible stories much better than I do and has read several children’s Bibles cover to cover. He is the first to remind us if we forget to pray before a meal. His love and thirst for knowledge about the Lord is truly a blessing and is inspiring to both of his parents.
If you do not really know Noah, you may find this post annoying or unbelievable. If you do know him well, you will know that I am just hitting the tip of the iceberg. He is an excellent athlete, funny, a good conversationalist, outgoing, friendly, and generous.
One of my favorite authors, Henri Nouwen, in his book Reaching Out, says this, “Our children are our most important guests, who enter our home, ask for careful attention, stay for a while and then leave to follow their own way.” My son is becoming his own person, and I am awestruck that I have been entrusted with such a special being, for such a short and important time.
My sweet Noah, thank you for ushering me into motherhood seven years ago. You are more special to us than you can ever know. Happy Birthday my precious Boo Bear! I love you.
Enjoy your joys for today.