Monday, May 9, 2011
Yesterday morning, he greeted me with a big hug. This morning, I greeted him with a hug and a song (to which I received, "Mo-om," and a huge grin) and chocolate chip muffins with a candle.
Seven years and two days ago, Keegan let us know about his impending birth but we had to be patient. This birth was going to occur according to Keegan time and nothing, NOTHING, that the doctors did was going to rush him. Two days later he was born. In the seven years since his birth, I often find myself amazed with how much the story of his birth is reflected in Keegan's general attitude toward life in general. He doesn't do anything until he is ready to do it and there is very little that can convince him otherwise. This can sometimes lead to frustrating moments. As a person who has in the past sometimes felt coerced into things I did not want to do, I so admire this trait of his. I am hoping it will steer him in the right direction during his adolescent years. As a parent, I couldn't be more proud of him and how he stays true to himself.
He is a serious boy with the best smile.
At times, he has the soul of a wise old man trapped in the body of a skinny little boy.
His sensitive side at times has tested our patience. I have learned just how much patience I have.
He is wildly intelligent, insightful and imaginative. I look forward to the man he will become.
He is responsible for leading us into this wild ride called parenthood and we couldn't be happier.
Happy 7th birthday, Keegan! Long may the Lego bricks snap into place for you.