Yes, it is really is International Women's Day. Eighteen years ago, I was "celebrating" this day by doing the most feminine thing a woman can do--giving birth.
I was 25 years old. I was scared I was going to have a boy. I didn't care for little boys' toys or clothes. I thought boys were sneaky and mischievous. I certainly didn't want a teenaged boy with raging hormones. And then ... they handed him to me.
He was a sweet little boy who smiled early and never stopped smiling. He liked his pacifier, being rocked to sleep, being read to, working puzzles, playing video games, eating and sports. He has always had a great sense of humor and has been respectful and almost too compliant. He never put up a fuss about going to church, something I thought all teenaged boys did. He has a strong sense of justice and feels for the underdog. Has been a straight A student and scored off the charts on the SATs. He is my boy.
Here is a picture of my 8lb 10oz boy, and here he is now, a high school senior. Here is Grandpa on dad's side. Have you ever seen a boy look more like his grandpa?
Well, that is my moment of indulgence for today. I deserve it--he was long overdue by the time he came on March 8, 1989. I am thanking God today for overriding my fear of little ones of the male persuasion. God knew exactly what we needed in this family and who we needed. My son has brought me NOTHING but joy! I am blessed, blessed, blessed.
I love you, Jordan.