A few days ago I tucked in my twelve-year-old son and a thirteen year old was in his bed the next morning. Lucas was such a sick baby that I did not know if this birthday would ever arrive. It did! What a joy watching him grow up. Thank you, Lord!
It seems we just celebrated his tenth birthday, Irish Style. Lucas dressed up like a leprechaun, which will probably never happen again now that he is a cool teenager. I have a hard enough time convincing him to wear clean clothes without holes. It is safe to say that just as my green beer days are long gone, so are the days of dressing him in a green suit, bowtie and fake nose for a St. Patrick’s-style birthday party.
He was such a cute lil' green dude. Oh, to be ten again! This is by far my favorite St. Patty's Day memory!
Now he has moved on to a Mach 3 razor, shaving cream and crackling voice.The ipod ear buds are permanently glued inside his ears and he wants to learn how to drive a car really bad. All in good time...
Riding a unicycle is like life. To be successful and enjoy the ride, they both require tremendous balance and focus. I sit up tall, shoulders back and imagine I am holding one of my young boys under each arm. My best-friend-techie-husband’s hand on my seat (hubba, hubba) to guide me, and my two wiener dogs running alongside, looking like double Dumbos. As I train to ride Blanche, my unicycle, in a half-marathon, I think how good God is as the breeze blows my brown hair, a big smile on my face. Come along for a thrilling one-wheel ride while I do my best to maintain balance... but keep an open mind, there is always something new to learn!