Milestones
It’s shaping up to be a good week, personally, for us at The Monticello News.
On Sunday, Kathy became “Grandma 2.0” just over a year after becoming Grandma 1.0, biologically that is. She’s as happy as a bluebird in summer. Little BKRC as we knew her before birth makes Jenny a repeat great-aunt and Hannah a first time auntie while making Melody-Kate a new cousin. And as always, me an honorary auntie.
Babies always bring so much excitement and anticipation…Who will they look like at birth? What color hair? What will they sound like? Used to be that the first unknown was what gender will it be but sonograms took all the suspense out of that.
Most parents, but not all, nowadays like to know the gender of their yet to be born. Usually one does if the other doesn’t and the one that doesn’t usually loses that battle. Hence the birth of gender reveals.
I will leave Little BKRC for Grandma Kathy to dote about next week in this reserved space as I know without a doubt she will and most definitely should. It must be some great kind of joy when your baby has a baby.
Hopefully I will experience that unspeakable joy..just not for another decade or so. Instead this week, today actually, I will be celebrating a milestone with my baby who is becoming less of a baby. Jacob turns 10. We are in the double digits now!
He has been anxiously awaiting this day for three years because it was then that he learned that his iphone dreams would come true after being dismayed by his sister’s elation of getting an android. And so his father and I have obliged him like we promised and the techie in him will be soothed until his next request comes.
Jacob hasn’t said much about his big day coming but I can feel his excitement. On March 15, precisely, he reminded me of the date and noted that his birthday was in a month. Then after midnight on March 31, he made a point of knocking on my boudoir door to let me know it was April 1. I asked him should I expect an April Fools joke as to why he was making that notation. He just laughed and scampered away.
Then on Monday, as I awoke him for school following last week’s spring break, he asked what the date was in a sleepy haze. I responded and he snapped, “three more days to 10.”
I had planned a variety of activities to celebrate his entry into double digits. Last year, near the beginning of the pandemic, he had a small dinner party “in” with his favorite food—steak. This year we are having a small dinner party “out” at Fogo de Chao. We drove by the restaurant one night last fall and I told him being the steak lover he his that would be where we celebrate his next birthday. So that is where his face will light up with delight when he opens up his packages.
My daughter Robyn said the other day that her brother would now be a pre-teen and then she uttered “yuck,” such brotherly love! She was right, I hadn’t thought of it in those terms until then. But it’s definitely showing—he’s becoming more body conscious. He won’t change his shirt or pants when I am in the room anymore—“get out mom,” he says.
My baby is becoming less of such and I’m starting to feel some kind of way about it. In the words of Gloria Gaynor “I will survive!” So I’ll take the 10 blessed years God has given us together and wait on the next 10, 20, 30, 40 and beyond.