Has it really been half a decade since Andi and I took the Nestea plunge into parenthood?
Today, my little man Colin, turns 5 years old. The Cinco de Mayo nino was born on May 5, 2003. It’s true what they say – you remember every waking moment of that day – and of course, every moment of that first day is a waking one as there is no sleep to be mined then (or in the days to follow). Of course, before pure exhaustion infiltrated our lives, that first day was most special as anticipation morphed into introduction and our former bond of twoÂ blossomed immediately into a full-fledged family.
Five years ago today.
Now we sit on the precipice of Kindergarten. Colin is already registered and looking forward to the segueway from his 2.5 hour stint at preschool to the full day rigors of full-on school. Of course, at this age, school is a treat so he is looking ahead to the Fall with a gleam in his eye.
As most of you know, my children Colin and Aria are both May babies. Colin joined us at the top of the month and Aria arrived on her exact due date, May 31st. Therefore, May is a time of celebration in these parts as we spread the tributes and parties throughout the month.
Tonight we’re bringing Colin to Bugaboo Creek at his request so he can have ‘Happy Birthday’ bellowed at him by a stuffed and mounted animatronic moose head. Then in two weeks we have the family birthday party with their vast menagerie of grandparents (due to divorces and marriages among all parties, my children have a grand total of eight direct grandparents meaning many, many presents!!!). The week following, we host a party of their peers as their friends come together to toast the kids.
Anyway, Colin is a true delight. His inquisitive brain is always seeking out the mysteries of this world (just yesterday he handed me a magnet and we went on a ‘metal hunt’ looking to find all of the metallic properties within our homestead – who knew I had a metal plate inserted in my head during my recent septoplasty).
This morning we used his flexible building materials to build a half-scale helicopter in the playroom and then he proceeded to tell me that I couldn’t be the pilot because I didn’t have a helicopter license. (Where do they come up with this stuff?) Anyway, apparently he had enough hours logged in simulator as he promptly took the controls and flew us off to Florida to get away from the doom and gloom of another rainy May day. At last check, the helicopter has been torn asunder and lays in about 5 pieces on the playroom floor so something tells me we hit a little turbulence somewhere between the Dining Room and the Okefenokee.
When I look back upon the last five years I marvel at the leaps and bound my little boy has taken. As he sits at the precipice of preschool graduation, I get a little choked up. This time flies a little too swifty and cruely. Sure, the early years are some of the hardest… but they are also some of the most rewarding. Hard work reaps major benefits. Each and every day that our little boy rises to shine a light in our lives, Andi and I realize just how good we’ve got it. Today may be his birthday but every day is a bountiful gift for us.
So wherever you are today, raise your glass of OJ or tip back a Corona (he’ll be haunted by Cinco De Mayo his whole life and probably rushed by every Frat on Earth) and grant him a wish.
Happy Birthday, Colin Edward.