We celebrated a milestone today. When my baby went to sleep last night, he was only 4. But this morning, a 5 year old ambled sleepily out from his room, clutching a Blues Clues Blanket.
“DUDE! You’re 5!” He blinked a few times, then stated matter of factly, “I don’t feel 5. I still feel 4.”
When you still feel 4, you are more apt to get away with more inappropriate and treacherous behavior, than you would if you were considered a big boy of, say, 5.
It wasn’t until he was opening gifts later in the day that he said brightly, “NOW I FEEL 5!”
When a child celebrates a birthday, I imagine the majority of mothers would sit and dwell on baby books and photo albums. No me. I peruse old blog posts. As hard as it is for me to fathom, I began this blog when Jensen was 16 months old. He had just started walking. A carefree phase the preceded several years of unending doctor’s visits, tests, trials, errors, and the guilty tears of not being able to find answers for why my son was in such anguish.
All of those moments were chronicled on this blog. The incessant screaming upon entering a store, fits of scratching himself until he bled, NOT SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT for the first 4 1/2 years of his life. Wondering if he was autistic, allergic, hyper-sensitive, or all of the above.
I think the majority of the e-mail I’ve received over the years is Jensen related. Other moms seeking answers, and not even knowing what questions to ask. I think that I have felt the greatest sense of community in those e-mails and the comments from the posts that I’ve written chronicling our journey with Jensen.
While most of my Jensen-centric posts have been presented with all the humor I could muster, so many of you were able to see my heart and offer your unwavering support.
This milestone that was celebrated was a joyous one. We’ve overcome so many obstacles with Jensen. We have many more to go, but I rest in the knowledge that by God’s grace, he will grow up to be a normal little boy.
If you are just tuning in, in a nut shell, Jensen was finally diagnosed with severe Atopic Dermatitis. With just a couple of allergies thrown in the mix to keep us on our toes. We went through a fistful of doctors and specialists to finally find one local allergist who could see clearly the treatment that Jensen needed.
Prior to that, my boy endured painful blood tests, only to be told that he was allergic to EVERYTHING. And for 9 months, he was restricted from wheat, gluten, dairy, peas, legumes, fish, fruit, plus some other stuff that I’ve blocked from memory.
As it turns out, he’s only truly allergic to dust mites. And since I rarely serve dust mites for a meal, he can eat whatevertheheck he wants. We have regiment for treating his skin issues, and I chronicled that in this post.
Short story excruciatingly long, he will likely grow out of most of his skin issues. We’ve already seen a huge improvement. He sleeps through the night. And he’s a normal, LOUD, AND RAMBUNCTIOUS boy who loves deeply, and powerfully.
The other day on the playground, I watched my son march around with a bunch of his homeschooling buddies following after. Like the pied piper. His joyous laughter filled the air and lingered in my ears. I pray he will grow to be a strong leader. And that God captures his heart and his imagination, all the while holding him close.
As much as I adored 4, I think I’m going to completely crazy about 5.