"Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man."
~ Jesuit motto
When I first saw that scrunched up newborn face, happy, nervous tears came rapidly. I had helped create an actual person--if that wasn't a miracle, I didn't know what was.
At that time one day felt like ages...spent feeding, changing, and sleepily repeating. One year felt like a victory.
Now I look back to find seven years past.
Seven, seven?!
This boy changed my life. This sensitive, creative, always with a glue stick in hand boy...who tells me he loves me ten times a day, sings songs constantly as he goes through life, and has tested me profusely during the age of six.
What will seven bring us? (Currently consulting this awesome series to help me find out.)
Unlike those newborn days, I can now see traces of the person Jonathan will become. Daring and compassionate, I recognize traces of personality likely to be with him for the rest of his life.
I see developing the foundation of a future friendship--between me and this grown man. In his own words, "The best part of a birthday is being with your family."
Any moms of sevens out there? Advice? Recommendations?
