Saturday, August 28, 2010

The best laid plans ...

Twenty-one years ago, at precisely 10:33 a.m. Pacific Daylight Time, they pulled 8 pounds, 4 ounces of wailing baby boy out of my belly and laid him on my chest.

I took one look in his then-blue eyes and was lost forever in their beauty and depth.

Little did I know -- at that exact moment -- that those eyes would be the bane of his existence.

All I knew -- at that exact moment -- was that he held my heart.

21. How can he be 21?

The 2-year-old who coined the word "ridiclious"  and "time a go," still part of family lexicon today.

The 3-year-old who had the first of MANY eye surgeries and followup consults.

The 5-year-old who never let on that he was reading until his kindergarten teacher clued me in.

The 10-year-old who asked for kitchen utensils instead of a GameBoy for Hanukkah.

The 11-year-old who asked me what I would do if he got a scholarship to Harvard (I told him I would dance in the streets).

The same 11-year-old who, when told that oboe players could write their own ticket for college, told me to get ready to start dancing.

The 13-year-old who made my heart burst with pride when he stood in front of our synagogue congregation, read from the Torah and became a man in the eyes of the Jewish community.

The 16-year-old who finally figured out that grades DO matter and started actually DOING his homework.

The 17-year-old who graduated from high school with an acceptance to culinary school.

The 19-year-old who graduated from that culinary school with a degree and came home to me.

The 20-year-old who had a plan to go back to school to finish a degree in nutrition -- and is following through with it.

Today he is 21. Today he planned to party all day and night with his cronies. Today he planned to take his first -- ahem -- LEGAL drink in the state of California.

But he won't.

Because today -- the 21st anniversary of his arrival in this world, in my life, in my heart -- he is running a fever of 101.7.

Who said there isn't a God?


Indigo said...

Bwahahaha! I'm sorry. I know running a high fever isn't funny. The timing however is hilarious as all get out. He's got his whole life in front of him to take that first drink. (Hugs)Indigo said...

My heart was pulling a little bit in fear right down there at the bottom of your post. Then I was laughing.
I hope he's well soon!
God is good...and knows what he's doing!

The Captain's Daughter said...

Get well soon, Birthday boy and Congratulations, Mom!

Roger said...

Happy Birthday (belated) to the big Z man! Hope you enjoyed it, even though you were ill, and I hope you are feeling better now.

Suzanne said...

Sorry, Z man. Hope you get to go out with your friends for a belated celebration.

And he has eyes you can fall into-so interesting and full of intelligence.

Flipfloppingmamma said...

I kept reading think....oh no! wonder what happened to this little boy!! Thank goodness it's only a fever. :)

I have a 4 year old baby boy and I look at him and wonder what he will be like when he is finally a man.

Happy bday! Hope tomorrow is better for ya. :)

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