He had just given me my toilet back. Now he was telling me we would be without water for another 24 hours. Or more.
“But……we are going to have a baby…..tomorrow morning.” The plumber already knew that. They had been working long hours to get me working pipes before I popped.
Later that night there was a drug bust across the street.
The next day four different shifts of women rallied around our older boys to care for them while we birthed their brother.
The omen was clear. Chaos would abound.
Which is exactly why I never planned on having a third child. In my opinion control is preferable to chaos.
Lucky for me, life does not always go according to my plan.
Because chaos has, indeed, abounded since that day five years ago when our third boy entered this world. But so has endless amounts of love.
And somehow the fact that he is a whole hand old today is making me pause extra-long and think about the enormity of it all. (That and the fact that we did all of his celebrating this past weekend so there is nothing left for me to do but be sentimental.)
An era is ending. And that era lasted much longer than I thought it would. About five years longer. But what a beautiful era it was. Hard. Gruelingly hard. But simultaneously boundlessly beautiful.
Zachary was my gift to get to do it all over again, one last time. To live in different skin than I did the first two times. More comfortable skin. Completely imperfect and still quite messy skin, but somehow more peaceful skin.
The one thing I wanted to do more than anything with my life was be a mom. But once I got there all of my “stuff” came to the surface and it was like breathing through mud. Slowly, very slowly, I have been working through all of that stuff. Learning to be loved. Learning to love.
And I have nothing but gratitude. Because somehow, the third time around I was free to enjoy the process. Somehow I was enjoying not only Zachary growing up but all three of my boys at the same time, in this new skin.
And although my children are not out of the nest yet, the fact that all are now out of the formative years seems significant. And today I have not only been delighting in this child and all of who he is, but also in all he brought to me.
Happy birthday Little Z. And thank you.