• 11Jun

    June 10

    Another Birthday this week.  Benjamin turned 7 on Wednesday.  My, how time flies!  How in the world did I get to be the mother of a seven year old?!  That is a rhetorical question, Wayne.  I was sorting through clothes today (and yesterday) and got to remembering some of my college days (my wardrobe hasn’t changed much since then).  It really doesn’t seem that long ago.

    Anyway, I think he enjoyed himself.  I took him shopping (so he could spend some of his birthday money) and he made some comment and I replied, “Oh, I guess since you are a boy a shopping trip probably isn’t real high on your list of things to do for your birthday.”  He thought about that a minute and then he said, “Mommy, what DO boys like to do?”

    I wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time.  I’m a girl!  How am I supposed to know?  It’s amazing how much of an identity children get from their parents.  I would have thought that he would have figured out “boy” things from his Dad by now, but maybe he’s just starting to realize there is a world outside of himself and since Dan hasn’t been here . . . . 

    I knew that whatever I said could possibly be used against me in the future.  If I told him that boys liked skydiving, digging for worms, fishing, taking mud baths, riding motorcycles or some such things, then I might end up impaling goey worms on sharp little fishing hooks, riding at excess speeds with little or no protection, or heaven forbid, losing all sense of sanity and jumping out of a perfectly good airplane myself.

    Just how does one answer a question like that anyway?!  I’ll take the, “Mommy, why is the sky blue?” kind of question any day.  =)

2 Comments to Benjamin’s Birthday

  • Wow, seven already? Time does fly. I remember babysitting Benjamin while we were all still in Pensacola before he was even a year old. Fun memories.
    You are in our prayers always. We’ll be praying you can move into your new house soon too. That must be exciting.
    ~~~Donita

  • As to how you came to be the mommy of a seven year old I think you closed your eyes and the years just flew by unnoticed. That seems to be the way it is. And even when they are adults mommies still remember the sweet baby and wonder how on earth they ever rocked and cuddled one so big. Well, maybe I am just weird but I don’t mind. What I mind is that my baby is all grown up and thinks he doesn’t need the cuddles so much any more. Just remember to keep those eyes open or he may be 20 and you will really be shocked. lol