Long torso, long legs, with a distinctive masculine face, that was foreign to a household known only for girl babies. Diapering now required quick reflexes and his older sisters soon had a real life lesson in human anatomy. It had been five years since an infant graced our home and a male one was unique.
When explaining our two-tier family to others, Brian calls it the "graduate school gap", but we both know better. Those years were rough. I battled depression and other issues which were peeled away, examined, and then discarded layer by layer (like an onion) through several years of therapy. We heeded wise counsel and waited.
But, when I was ready, I was very ready. My other babies were loved and happily anticipated, but he coming into our home was a symbol of personal triumph. Berkeley. He will be named Berkeley after our sojourn of growth and experience in that place.
No longer a "little boy", at 15 he stands 6'2". I sometimes stare at this boy/man remembering the toddler who insisted each night that I sing the "choo choo train song" as I tucked him into bed. I look at his size 13 feet and man-sized calves and wonder how it ever came to be.
Luckily he sometimes still needs his mom--needs my reassurance. His life now is much more than Matchbox cars and Legos. It is rife with homework, percussion, basketball, friends, and girls--those strange complex creatures that even his sisters didn't prepare him for.
He is growing up and I soberly realize that I really only have him as my own for a few short years.
So, today, I will celebrate him--his subtle wit and his occasional unintentional displays of humor. (Yes, click on the link in case you missed it the first time.)
Happy Birthday, Travis Berkeley!
Your momma loves you so!