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If this blog is a window to my life, I’m wanting to throw the curtains wide open and wave to any who may want to gape in. I suppose that would be fine if I lived alone or if I lived with others who were equally bold and excited about their simple lives. Neither one of those scenarios is true for me. I’m blessed to live with a wonderful husband and two fantastic sons. My life is so entwined with theirs that to throw open the curtains on what I’m doing or thinking is the same as making their lives public domain. If this blog is a window on our lives together, they want the curtains drawn firmly shut, thank you very much. Since those nearest and dearest mean more to me than any past time ever could, I have decided to accommodate them. They will be able to live freely and happily without any fear that what they say or do might show up somewhere where others might find out about it. I will live freely and happily writing notes to myself and building photo albums that only I will look at. The important part is that we’ll all live together freely and happily. So if you’re gaping in, see me closing the curtains as I wave good-bye to you.
My firstborn. How many firsts have you shared with me? Too many to count and as old as you get, the firsts don’t stop happening.
Early this morning, you washed, dried and put away dishes before school for the first time as a consequence for your untidiness. You were unhappy about it. Definitely not a first. I stood, arms crossed, making sure the consequence was completed as required. Also not a first. You grinned at me and I grinned back, not for the first time and probably not for the last time either.
Later this morning, your smile sported some new hardware for the first time. And later in the day for the first time that winning smile caused you a lot of pain. Braces aren’t fun, especially at first but as always you manage admirably.
Tonight you went out and completed your first fitness test with Air Cadets. You didn’t score first in all the events but you did in some and your attitude was nothing short of first-rate considering how much your teeth were hurting you and that you had homework awaiting you at home.
Now you’re attempting to brush your train tracked teeth for the first time. It’s a lengthy process but you’re committed to doing it correctly and faithfully.
Oh my firstborn. You think I enjoy it when things are difficult for you. You think I’m laughing at you when first and foremost I’m smiling because I’m proud of you and so very glad that you were given to me. You will always be my first and to my last breath I will treasure you and rejoice in all the firsts, seconds, hundredths and everything in between that we’re given.