Today is John's birthday!! I can't ignore that & blog about some race last week. Although I will share this photo with you that was taken at the end of the Try Melon Tri with our medals from our age group.
Anyway, rewinding 13 years ago, John was our first born son. He was a twin, but we lost that twin. Not a birth, but prior to that within the first trimester. It's called a vanishing twin. Makes no difference that I never birthed that child or got to see him, it's still John's twin. And I'll never forget the moment when they showed me on the ultrasound the 4 perfectly formed heart chambers.....that was no longer beating. Having twins was a life long dream of mine and it left me broken hearted, yet I don't doubt God's wisdom in the situation.
Having not grown up with a brother it was extremely important that I have a son. After 3 wonderful daughters I was ready for a boy too. Some days (then & now) I question that because in some ways I struggle with and don't identify with boys. It's such a strange concept for me, one that I certainly don't understand. And I have nothing to base this whole raise a son concept on. So far, I'm sure I've done a pretty good job. Don't think I've screwed him up
I wasn't planning on this being such a rambly post. I just knew I wanted to blog about my son. He's pretty darn special to me & I'm honored to be his mother. He's a bit of an athlete (gee, wonder where he got that from. ok, I'm taking credit for that one!), but not only with running, but many sports. He's absolutely amazing. And a teenager. Wait.....what?!?!? How did I get to have 4 teenagers!?!?! *gasp* I better save that topic for another post.