The Five-Year Journey (And Counting…)Posted: May 24, 2012
At exactly 6:40 AM today, my son officially turned 5 years-old. Being his mom has been nothing short of an adventure. When I was pregnant with him, I never worried about the pain of labor and delivery. I braced my mind with the thought of “just get through it.” I was more afraid about what would happen once he was placed in my arms. Would I be a good mom? Would I know what to do? Would I be able to fully uphold the responsibility of this blessing? There really was no turning back. But arrive he did, and I’ve been figuring it all out every day since.
Motherhood has been quite the journey; single motherhood more so. My son and I became a team when he was only a year old and raising him almost single-handedly has been no easy feat. However, I am thankful that I was chosen to be his life vessel. I am probably learning more from him than he is learning from me. My son is a sweet, loving, compassionate, funny, inquisitive, stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed, beautiful young child who is already a die-hard fan of Michael Jackson. Since his arrival during that early morning of May 24, 2007, life has been interesting to say the least.
When he was born, 5 years-old seemed so far away. But here it is. I thank God. And I pray for many more happy years. Mommy loves you. ♥