One thing you may learn about your mama as you get older is that sometimes I PUT THINGS OFF FAR TOO LONG. This post is an excellent example of that, as you turn seven months old next week. And while it can be tempting to merge a few of these monthly posts into one letter, I just can’t bring myself to bypass over writing one of, what will hopefully turn into a book of letters for you. Especially one as monumental as 6 months.
I think that’s maybe why I haven’t put any words together to summarize this past month for you – because to me, it seems like a big one, one that deserves an eloquence and thoughtfulness that I so often seem to be lacking these days.
So, here goes. You are 6 months. (I’m just going to pretend the last 3 weeks haven’t happened yet, and I’ll save those for the next post ok?)
You continue to grow and develop in just the ways you should at this age, and although the blog world probably won’t care, for posterity sake, I do need to mention that you learned how to sit up and clap this month. Now, I should probably clarify that I use the term “sit up” kind of loosely. You can sit up, but before too long, gravity overtakes you and slowly lean to one side until your cheek has met the floor. It’s pretty cute.
Now, let’s discuss the clapping. THIS one gets me. You LOVE to clap, and it is dang cute to watch you do it over and over. You (thankfully) aren’t sick of me asking you to clap for a good portion of each day, and I will likely continue to do this until you actually use real words to say “Mom, I am SO OVER you asking me to clap. Look, I even learned how to speak in a fully sentence JUST so that you would find something more entertaining than me putting my two hands together”.
We started feeding you “real” food this month, too. Just a few days before your 6 month birthday we pureed up some squash and you became a full fledged card-carrying member of the food-eating club. You were moderately impressed, but were far more interested in getting a firm grip on the spoon to chew on.
Probably the most significant event of this month, Zeke, was that you were dedicated at church. (June 15, 2014) The first thing you need to know is that you were HANDSOME. Zekie-boy, you rock the bowtie like none other, and I had to fight the urge to kiss your cheeks even more than I normally do. You also are a typical baby, and that morning, I got you alllll gussied up and took you to church early with me, because I was on worship. You (like usual) contently sat in your car seat in the front row of chairs while I practised on the stage. When practice ended, I went over to get you, and in the time it had taken me to sing through 5 songs, you had undone both your shoes, taken them off and thrown them on the ground. Taken off both of your socks, and thrown them on the ground. (are you sensing a theme here?) and taken off your bowtie and pulled the bow apart and was sucking on it like it was your job. Message received, son – don’t like dressing up – got it.
I could only laugh as I put your sopping wet bowtie back together.
Zeke, this day was so special for me and your dad. (And so many others!) We had asked both sets of your grandparents to pray about, and read over you a scripture that they had chosen for your special day and oh my boy, how I wish you know how incredible that was. It was all I could do to fight back the tears as each of your grandparents read to you words of scripture. Words that will continue to be prayed over your life, and words of truth that I hope will be an anchor for you as you grow up.
You, my sweet boy, are part of a legacy of faith that spans many generations before you. And as I stare at your sweet little six month old face, my prayer has always been, since those first moments I laid eyes on you, that you would be a man of faith. A man who stands firm in what he believes and is so deeply rooted in the love that God has for you.
So, it’s true – I still can’t believe you have been ours for a whole half of a year already! But,I know that there are many more months and years ahead, and while there will always be a part of my momma-heart that just wants to freeze time just where its at, just to get one more clap out of you, or one more laugh that makes your chubby cheeks extend far beyond your face, I also can’t wait to see who you become, as you learn more and more about who God made you to be.
Happy six months Zekie Boy.