Thursday, January 13, 2011

Hello. Goodbye.

Last night was not only the last day of the year, but it was my Monkey's seventh birthday. We had planned to spend the evening at a friend's New Year's bash, but decided to stay home as a family. We had a lovely day of cake with relatives and friends, supper with Gramps and board games together in the evening. All but Zed stayed up for the countdown. As midnight arrived and everyone was cheering and kissing, my Monkey wept. Granted, it was late and he is only just seven, but I recognized and sympathized with his melancholy. He was disappointed that his birthday was over, that the year was over. The extra-special day that he had been waiting all year for, was not quite as spectacular as he had built it up to be. His lovely year of six, was done.
Today, he was back to himself. The mourning of the previous night, seemingly forgotten. But I get it. I felt it too. Firstly, I was a bit sad to see 6 leave and 7 begin. He is no longer my little guy, but a big boy and that pinches just a bit. Also, I always feel that sense of disappointment at the end of my birthday. I always want something to make it an extra special day, but as a grown up, my birthday seems to have lost something. More that any of these though, I am sad to say good bye to 2010.
This year was very full. Joy and loss, expectancy and fulfillment, extreme fatigue and rest, need and great blessing. I can see God's hand in it all, and I am so thankful for it all. The whole journey, especially where we find ourselves now. I can't wait to see what God has in store for us in 2011. I know that there will be hard times and sorrow, but there is much to be gained there. So I look forward to the joys and the opportunities to grow with equal optimism. And I look forward to the seemingly impossible, a full night's sleep, that I know 2011 will bring.


  1. Awww... poor guy. It's rough to have expectations be so high. Hope 7 is a great year, though.

  2. Missing you mama..sad times here in VT. ANd I am missing my old bloggy friends. Write and catch me up will ya?

  3. The lead up can be a real buzz kill