I hope my not-first-borns don't take offense at that.
It's not that first borns are loved more or anything like that. It's just that they were first.
The first soul God gave me (and Lou) to parent.
We talk about "firsts" in our world. Our first kiss. First dance. First time to drive solo. First tooth. First word. First steps. First holiday without a loved one. First blog posts.
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We recognize that there's something significant about a first thing or first time. I can't really define what that something is, and sometimes I wonder if we put too much emphasis on the "firsts." But it seems undeniable that there is some kind of non tangible but very real "first" hump that you traverse as you encounter the daily affairs that make up a life. To meet and go through the firsts of life, what does it take? Courage? Wonder? Faith? Hope? A mix of all those...and more?
I've been pondering this the past few days because July 24 is my first born's birthday. Our Luke Vaughan, will be 24 on the 24th.
On his birthday, I always think of this note we received from my Aunt Margie. You can see when she wrote it. Two months after Luke was born. My birthday, 1989. It's to Luke, but what a gift it was/is to us. I wonder now if he's ever even read it.
For those of you who have cursive issues, I'll type out what the note says.
Dear Luke,
We were so thrilled to hear about your arrival. You are pretty special you know to have such wonderful parents. We have watched your mom grow up since she came into this world and believe me she is the greatest. We haven't been around your Dad too much, but we hear he is too.
You are also pretty special because you are your mom and dad's first born. The love that surrounds you is almost unbelievable. Just remember as you grow up - I'm loved. I'm loved. I'm loved. And then someday when have your first born you will realize just how special you are.
Lots & Lots of Love
Marge & Bill
Great Aunt & Uncle
Luke. My first born. The anticipation of a birthday makes you think about your history and your future with your child. So, today (July 23rd), with the "pre-birthday pondering pump already primed," I was struck anew when I heard a line in the Epilogue from "Les Miserable" today. I've heard that song multiple times, but I've never really heard this particular part before. Jean Valjean is dying. One of the things he says to the child (Cosette) he has raised in his last words is that he was "a man who only learned to love when you were in his keeping."
When I heard that, it was like my soul said, "That's it." That's part of the gift of your first born. They are the first note in the symphony of really learning to love.
I am a woman who only began to learn to love when Luke was born into our keeping.
I confess, that at Luke's birth, I didn't realize I needed to learn to love. I loved Lou, my family, my friends, and they loved me back. We had this beautiful give and take thing going on. Then this new life came into my world knowing everything about the "take" part of love and nothing about the "give" part of love. He demanded to eat by crying furiously. When I did what he wanted and fed him, he spit up on me. Then he pooped. And pooped. And pooped some more. And I cooed, smiled and sang to him while I wiped it all up. And I hugged him close and kissed his face afterwards like I was eternally gratefully for the stinky experience I'd just had.
I didn't realize it then, but those experiences with a completely dependent newborn - who can't give back to you in any way, they only take - were my first lessons in learning what unconditional love really is and really looks like. And having that unconditional love and expressing that unconditional love wasn't even hard! I loved that baby. How beautiful and merciful of God to begin lessons in unconditional love in a baby. Oh, I definitely had my moments of near terror when I realized there wasn't any going back on this taking complete care and raising another human being thing - a "what have we really gotten ourselves into?" kind of fleeting thought. They didn't last because I loved that boy. I was willing to do what was best for him in the long run no matter what his response to me was.
24 years, 6 kids later, I'm still learning. The intensity of the lessons have waxed and waned (are waxing and waning) over the years with each child contributing in their own unique way to my "education." I am eternally grateful for each of them. And, I am eternally grateful God started my lessons with Luke. He is a gift from God.
With him being 24, he is no longer, technically, "in my keeping." He's on his own. He's a man.
A man - my first born - who I love dearly and will always keep close to my heart.
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| I love this picture of Luke and me |
