Today is my son’s 11th birthday. It is the day that God allowed me to give birth to a child. It was 11 years ago today that my world changed. As we embark on this new chapter, I’m afforded the ability to grasp that this little guy has challenged me and taught me so much during his short time on earth. I wanted more. I wanted to know whether or not this new age would bring forth anything exciting for Munch so Lady G would be proud of me because I turned to Numerology and discovered that:
“Positive Characteristics: A Master number, the 11 is the most intuitive of all numbers. It is instinctual, charismatic, dynamic and capable when its sights are set on a concrete goal. The 11 is the number associated with faith and psychics.
Negative Characteristics: The 11 can be anxious, shy, stressed, conflicted and scattered. When focus is not applied toward a goal, the 11 can be extremely self-sabotaging. As a Master number, the positive characteristics will turn into obstacles when not understood or used properly.”
-by Hans Decoz
Pretty cool huh? So, Munch is instinctively a charismatic kid but hopefully this year will find him discovering and discerning things beyond my imagination. I pray that this 11th year brings forth more things for him. I pray that he learns to trust in himself and never doubt his abilities. When Munch wants to quit I’m often reminding him that “Quitters never win and winners never quit”. It’s in our trying that we learn the lesson and gain the experience. I pray that he’ll get that.
My kid is pretty amazing though. I know many parents feel that way and they should. This kid makes me a better person. Do you understand the power in that? I am better because I’m his mother. I am able to love beyond limits and I discover new things through his eyes.
It was 11 years ago today at 11:18 a.m. I gave birth to this beautiful boy that changed my world. He weighed 5 pounds, 15 ounces and was born 5 weeks premature. But, I prayed. When they told me before my emergency c-section that Munch would have to probably stay in NICU because his lungs hadn’t developed I said “Nope, I got the shot of steroids at 26 weeks. His lungs should be fine.” And you know what? They were. But, God.
So, please help me wish my son, the young man, the soon to be pre-teen that I affectionately refer to as Munch a Happy 11th Birthday!