|I'm guessing this picture was taken in the 50's or '60's in Florida.|
My grandfather always told me that he wanted to live to be an hundred years old. He had always been in pretty good health and we were all pretty sure that he'd make it until he fell and broke his hip when he was eighty-nine. He died the day after he reached his 90th birthday- which would be seventeen years ago, today.
So when I discovered that I was pregnant for the second time and that the due date would be February 5th, I immediately thought of my grandfather and prayed fervently that my baby would be born on the 4th of February, George's birthday, instead of his death date. I don't know if the prayer I continually prayed for nine months was answered by a loving Heavenly Father who found favor on one of his billions of earthly children or if I simply willed my body to begin laboring on the 3rd, but Mr. Reporter was brought into this snowy world during the wee hours of the 4th of February, and I was finally able to rest and bask in the glow of the neurochemicals- prolactin, oxytocin, and betaendorphins, that much like Cupid's arrow, bonded me with love to my baby.
|Mr. Reporter in the tub around age 1|
This little baby of mine turned fifteen yesterday. He has grown into a thoughtful, intelligent, and handsome young man that I can whole heartedly express my pleasure in having had the honor to raise. This weekend he is performing in Rodger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella at Harrisburg's Christian Performing Arts Center. He learned how to dance the waltz for the Prince's ball scene, he sang in the chorus and looked as dashing as ever in his black tuxedo with tails. Last weekend, he performed as Gilbert in his homeschool group's play, Anne of Green Gables. To watch him go from having a lead role in which he dazzled the audience with his charm to being silenced and relegated to only eye candy in a rather large cast for Cinderella, was rather hard for me, as his mother, to watch. Maybe it's because I know of his talent and the gifts he has to offer. But when I asked him about how he felt about only being part of the cast, he said he didn't mind. That he preferred the supporting roles.
|The boat scene with Mr. Reporter as Gilbert, teasing Anne.|
Which is really true of his character. He is the second born child. His older brother, Mr. Tailor, is more often than not, in the spotlight. And Mr. Reporter just smiles at him- proud of his accomplishments. Proud to be his best friend and the wind beneath his wings- as Bette Milder used to sing. And just as he doesn't like having the spotlight on stage, he doesn't prefer the spotlight on his belated birthday either. So instead, the two of us will be spending some time in the kitchen this morning, whipping up a couple of lemon meringue pies, that the family will bring over to the Craft Queen's house tonight as we all watch the Super Bowl together and quietly celebrate his birthday.
|Mr. Reporter in birth order with his brothers.|
Just as he'd prefer it- just as my grandfather would have preferred it, as well.