Yes! Another birthday. This time it is August's. That's what he looked like when he was fresh-born, sleeping that exhausted newborn sleep after the incredibly hard work of being born and having to learn to nurse, all in one day. If you would like to read about the day his mama had him, you can go here.
Here's what he looked like just seconds after he was born.
That first wondering look is the most precious thing on this earth. That gaze between mother and baby as they take each other in. The wonder is infinitesimal.
Sometimes I think about how an entire generation was born to mothers so sedated that they couldn't even hold their own heads up, much less hold their babies after they were born. I was one of those babies. Of course, we were sedated too by the drugs they gave our mothers, and that most magical of moments was stolen from us and from our mothers and I wonder if some subconscious memory of this is what fueled so many of us to want to give birth awake and aware- somehow we knew that what had happened to us and our mothers was profoundly wrong and had had a drastic impact on our relationships from then on out. Instead of a woman's most incredible effort being rewarded with the only thing worthy of that effort- her baby- she and the child were immediately separated, the newborn whisked off to the nursery, the mother to be stitched up from the ubiquitous episiotomy.
Can you imagine giving birth gorked out of your mind, waking up hours later and having to ask someone if you'd had a boy or a girl or, hell- if you'd had a baby at all?
Thank goodness I have no idea what that was like.
And neither do my daughters. At least the drugs they give now in childbirth are usually epidurals and although the mother feels no pain, she is awake and aware of everything and is capable of holding her baby.
I did not mean to go off on that tangent. I'm sorry. I am just so damn grateful to have had the birth experiences I had which were the hardest things I ever did and the most joyous too. And to be able to share the joy of my daughters' births with them and with all of our family was something I don't even have the words to describe.
But five years ago today, August was born into his daddy's hands and to the utter delight and wonder and joy of his aunties, everyone fully awake and so very ready to meet him.
And what a joy that boy has been. He, like all the rest of my grandchildren, is completely himself. And how we love him!
He and Boppy have had such a sweet relationship since the beginning.
Jessie sent this picture in a group text today and my husband told me that he cried when he saw it.
And now the boy is five years old. He loves tools of all kinds and projects, just like his daddy and his granddaddy. He also loves pancakes and bacon and watching TV with his Boppy. He is smart as he can be and astounds us with his questions and sometimes with his answers. Today when I was at Costco I saw an employee who used to ask August how he was doing when he was just a little tiny boy and he'd always seriously reply, "Pretty good," and she would laugh and laugh. She asked me today how we all were and I told her it was August's fifth birthday and she remembered him and told me to tell him and his mama "happy birthday" from her.
Here he was this morning wearing his first multi-tool that he got as a present.
He's a big guy now for sure. Isn't he beautiful?
All day my heart has been full, thinking about that precious boy and how much I love him. He's a crackie, y'all. My beloved little crackie.
It's been a good day overall. I got my shopping done, I'm boiling peanuts and guess what?
Our little Tweety Bird laid her first egg yesterday.
And she laid another one today.
It's actually a bigger egg than I thought she'd lay. That bowl holds all the eggs we gathered today. Eleven of them. Each one of them as different and distinctive as my grandchildren are.
Are you going to watch the debate tonight? I really don't want to but I'm going to try. I'd much rather just live in this sweet dream world where there are trees and chickens and little boys having birthdays but the reality is, there is so much more going on in the world and I have to pay attention to some of it.