The Child of My Heart

My youngest son hates birthdays.  I don't care - he is 45 today I am celebrating his life.  The fact that he is even alive is a miracle. 

The first few weeks that I carried him, I fainted almost daily.  They hospitalized me for weeks on end and I spend most of the 9 months away from home with elevated feet to make sure that he is kept alive and the pregnancy continues.  I sang to him during these long hours, told him stories, bonded with the child that was growing in me, and prayed that he will be blond and blue eyed like my father. 

The birth took forever, the doctors almost lost him in the painful process; he was born blue, with a knotted cord pressing on his throat, and underweight.  He was in an incubator for the first four days and as he sucked to nurse, the front tooth he was born with, drew blood instead of milk.  When we finely arrived home, he drowned in the small tub since I was too weak to hold him; thank God, he was revived by his father.

And these were only the first 3 weeks of his life after birth.  My blue-eyed, red hair son (who was the spit image of my father in law not my father...) was on verge of death time and again; yet, each time he was brought back to life by some miracle.  In Red Deer our dog dragged him out from a sand avalanche near the river, in Kamloops his brother sled down the hill with him into the emergency room while his leg was cut opened, and bleeding …God kept him alive, miraculously. 

As a child he used to give all his toys away and we had to find them at the neighbours; when he grew up, he gave all he had to others, time and again; he seems to continue to do that in one form or another.  Good to the core.

My heart skipped a bit each time I heard his voice, or saw his face; it still does.  I never knew what to expect.  All I prayed for was that he stays alive and functioning.

His laugh makes me happy; his smile is my bright sun ray, his sense of humor gives me joy.  I love him so much and I am so thankful that he is alive.  I am proud of his overcoming life challenges.  The Son of My Heart had become a Man, a joy to behold.

Dear Ofer, Happy Birthday to you; May your happiness abound and grow now and for many more years to come.

 I love you

Mom

162nd Day of Praise -

I thank God who kept my boy alive and allowed me to see him becoming a man; attentive son, a loving family man, a giver in all things, a success.

Waiting for that Skype call…Yea! I had that Skype call ..

Orith