Exactly 18 years ago, I was 2 weeks over due for my 1 st child. My sister, Kathi, who had shared my pregnancy with me, had her daughter, Elizabeth, a week before on October 1 st, while I was in a room a few doors down being induced. I was sent home, my baby was not ready to come that night. So another uncomfortable week in sued. I held my sisters baby, which only made me more impatient to hold my own. At that point I did not know the sex of my baby. I wanted to be surprised and really didn't care what sex it was, as long as he or she was healthy. My Mom invited me over for dinner and had made some extra spicy chili. She had been told that eating spicy food could bring on labor. Well, we will never know for sure if it was the chili, but I went into labor a few hours later. After a difficult labor & delivery, I met my son. We had already picked out his name, Jordan Daniel. I was expecting a Gerber baby, and what I got was a very pink, marked up ( from forceps) baby, who at moments resembled a little old man. I remember looking at him and falling deeply in love. Everything had changed! Jordan was the happiest little baby, smiling and belly laughing at the slightest inkling. He had the blondest hair, almost white and everyone adored him.
My son is now 18 years old. He has grown into a handsome young man who has a wonderful soul. He is smart and charming and I am so proud he is my son. He still can win me over in a minute with that smile of his. It is hard to believe all that time has passed. Where did it go? I sat this evening and looked at some pictures of him as a younger child, getting all warm with the memories. I don't think I can love any deeper than I love my children. I am sad that those younger days are gone but am excited in what the future holds for this young man. He is still trying to decide where his future will take him, but whatever he decides , he will do well at it. He has been a wonderful son, always worrying about his Mom, making sure I am OK. I trust him because he has never given me a reason not to. He takes care of his sister and watches over her and helps keep his Dad in line. He truly has been a gift and I am so glad he is my son and been a part of my life. Happy Birthday Jordan. May your life be filled with the joy you have and still bring to our lives. I love you!
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