3! Oh my god three!
This morning: Hey Noah, how old are you today?
Noah: 2… no 3! It my birthday!
Me: It is!
Noah: I’m not 2?
Me: No.
Noah: When I’ll be 2?
Me: You won’t be 2 again, sweetie (!!!!!)
Noah: Rock me in the rocking chair?
Awww.
Noah woke up to a cupcake and Lego, but opted solely for the Lego. He has a cake at camp today and then his party Sunday. I wish I had a picture of him this morning but (to continue the trend) the digital camera’s lens “mysteriously” got broken (Noah, looking at you, not that we weren’t a bit careless to leave it where it could be climbed up to). I have a new cheap-o camera so will take cheap-o picture later.
I did interview Noah on our (analog) video camera, which I hope to do every year from now on. It was fun. He said what he wants to be when he grows up (an astronaut) and who his best friend is (Piang) and what his favourite colours are (red and blue). He wouldn’t sing though. And then I videotapped him and Carl playing with the Lego a bit.
He is amazing at this age and I want to write a post about it sometime. The focus today is on his birthday as far as I’m concerned.
Except… and here’s the egoistical part I’ll just stick in this blog and let go of…
I sent Noah off to daycare with Carl and then I went down to pick up my requisition and go get some tests done. This scare, which I think it will turn out to be, is - well, scaring me. I mean occasionally to tears. The thyroid stuff is a worry but the lymph nodes are what bother me. I know there are a thousand reasons for lymph nodes to swell, but I also lost a friend to leukemia she didn’t know she had until 9 hours before she died.
One of today’s tests was a blood count, so that should be ruled out pretty quick (which was why I had to go get the tests even though my doctor’s away). Which is why she brought it up at all, because she knows me, and she knows I would have waited until she was almost back to get the tests otherwise. :)
So, having heard “leukemia” and “lymphoma” lately, I think I’m having a new-age experience (and I mean that in the vaguely snarky sense) with my own mortality, especially as it relates to being a parent. Here is what I’ve learned:
I’m suddenly eerily glad that I went back to work full-time. You would think it would be the opposite, that I’d hate the wasted time. But the thing is that going back to work re-jigged our family so that Carl has become an equal caregiver. And it’s also taught me (and Noah) that other people will love and care for my son, in that professional love and care way. And also it’s expanded Noah’s world beyond me. And although I am pretty sure I’m not dying, if I were dying, that would be a really big advantage right now.
I’m suddenly outraged at myself for not finishing my book or starting the next. Ha.
I want to make a list of all the books I want Noah to read in HIS LIFE. Because that would be kind of fun and not morbid, since it’s useful if one is alive, and I think if I were to be dying that would be the kind of roadmap I would want to leave behind. Letters from a dead person are fine, and video a la Michael Keaton whatever-that-movie-was are fine, but nothing is so good for an adolescent soul as a little Chaim Potok, right? So I’ll start the project at some point (I have to go work, go get Noah and go to Chapters since we always pick a book out on his birthday, and then fete my son right now)… and I think I will make it a meme. So start thinking now. :)
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Happy birthday to the boy!
And quick, happy test results for you, please, universe.
I would love to see your list of books.
Hey Shandra, and various Lynns!
Happy b-day to Mr. Noah!!! and we are thinking of you all and I’ll do the hokey pokey and turn around so the wellness gods please take note. be well
Delane
Much hope that all is well, that everything is a simple solution and life returns to less panic and worry.
Happy wishes for your son’s birthday and good times had by all.
On a past note: Enlisting Carl (a male) to deal with car issues might be very prudent, we have spent years resorting to just that due to the absolute gender bias in that area of society.
And again noting past entries: We also were glad for the independence of our sons should something happen to us. Years ago we had a month of worry over breast cancer (of which the mother died youngish) getting and waiting for the tests results left everyone to consider our absence. At the time we were functionally crazed.
Thinking of you. Margret