Jonathan turns seven next week and the boy has PLANS. By that I mean he picked out his cake mix and sprinkles on the last grocery run. Suspecting (correctly) that sleep-deprived forgetfulness is on the rise, he kindly reminds me quite often “Mom, it’s almost time for birthday cake.” In the regular chaos of life, I occasionally find a mixing bowl mysteriously put out on the counter. When I ask if the mysterious invisible children “No one”, “Not Me” or “I’m Not Sure” did it, he says, “Almost birthday time! ” He completes his exchange by raising an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as if to ensure the acknowledgement of expectation.
He also enlisted help from his Dad, who knows love notes are the key to wooing me.
( I remember, Son. You were nearly 9 pounds and almost killed us both. That deserves cake.)
Rather than make a gift list, he insists that he should shop and pick things out himself, like a Big Kid Who Is Seven. Asking for money and gift cards?n Are we on the edge of teen years?
Living On The Edge sounds thrilling, frightening and exhilarating. It is a place on anticipation. We wait for sunrise to triumphantly tear through darkness each morning…literally. Over the last few years, William has not been able to sleep through the night. William’s facial structure causes sinus/ear infections, sleep apnea, and other issues. Three years of medications, appointments, sleep studies, and every remedy under the sun.
In the last seven months he has awakened between 2:30-4:30 am. In those moments, we long for dawn to break and for the day’s schedule to begin. Often, we go turn on music and let him dance. It fills him with joy and keeps him quiet enough for the other children to sleep. This morning, at the edge of sunrise, we were on the Edge of Seventeen.
Once Elizabeth woke up, William ran to her to say good morning. During her breakfast, he was on the edge again.
By 6am, my sanity was close to the edge. Then, as children often do, they filled the mundane and stressful moments of life with heart-tugging moments that make it all worth it. Character, kindness, and joy shine through.
A few hours later BOTH the boys were prepared for school. Their little feet stood at the sidewalk’s edge so they could peek around the trees and watch for the bus. This is the first opportunity since September– and we went through our usual routine. We pray. We go through daily reminders. Then we huddle up, put hands in, and give our family cheer.
The day continued with appointments that went to the edge of the work day. Dirty dishes pile over the edge of the sink. Exhaustion has put us all on edge– and a few of us right over it. Here we sit, on the edge of tomorrow. We are full on anticipation, full of hope, and on the edge of seven.