Today is my son’s 23rd birthday. I’m so proud of him and how he’s pursuing his dreams. I miss him terribly because he lives in California, but I look forward to seeing him at Christmas.
I’ve been thinking about the times when he was a little boy. There are a couple of stories that come to mind. I’m going share them with you. So come take this walk down memory lane with me.
When he was about three years old one of his favorite foods to eat was hamburgers. He had an interesting way of saying it. Our son would say, “Hangermer.” At dinner one night, Tom tried to teach him how to say it properly.
Tom told him to repeat after me, “Ham.”
He said, “Ham.”
Tom said, “Burg.”
He said, “Burg.”
Tom said, “Er.”
He said, “Er.”
Tom said, “Hamburger.”
He repeated, “Hamburger.”
Tom said, “Very good son.”
A little time went by and we continued to eat. Our son looked at his dad and said, “Dad. Hang – ger – mer. Hangermer.”
We just laughed. He’s so very smart.
The last story I will tell you about is when he was about five years old. I was home alone with both kids. I was walking down the stairs, when suddenly I lost my footing. I grabbed a hold of the hand rail and my arm got twisted and stuck as my body propelled forward. I thought my arm was broken. It hurt so much, but I didn’t want to panic the children. My son came running to me and he yelled out to sister, “Hurry up, we have to pray.” He placed his hand on me and his sister came and did the same. He said something that I couldn’t make out and then, “Amen!” He had such confidence. Here’s the thing. My arm went from pain that I thought I would pass out from to instantly better. About twenty minutes later it was as if nothing happened. I had no pain or discomfort at all.
There are many reasons why I love my son and so many good memories I have of him. Today I remember them fondly and say, “Happy Birthday, Son. Your father and I love you very much.”
© Nadine Zawacki 2008