Glawe's Outlook

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

In the beginning...a trip

I told you about my "interesting" trip to Des Moines last week and I need to tell you about the sentimental trip I took this weekend.

I traveled to a familiar place, this time, filled with many loved ones. There were tears and laughter.

It was a place where there was much excitement and wonderment and questions galore.

In preparation for Jordan's high school graduation in May, I traveled back in time through the library of video tapes - looking for bits and pieces of recordings that I could use to embarrass him.

It was a grand trip revisiting Jordan's journey that began 18 years ago.

There were so many images that I enjoyed seeing again, even though they have been embedded in my mind forever.

The special look of a new dad (with dark hair) as he held his new son, our little Christmas baby stuffed in a stocking, his first smile (a mom never forgets that), his surprised look as he took his first steps and the look of disappointment, at the mere age of 1, when he saw his new baby sister for the first time.

I had the chance to visit the excited Jordan learning to count - "one, two, nine, ten", proudly reciting nursery rhymes - "One, two buckle my shoe...five, six pick up chicks" (I guess he always knew that was the way it should be) - and how overjoyed he was when he tied his shoes for the first time.

It warmed my heart to see the fun he and his little sisters and brother had playing together and the hugs and kisses they once shared. They were always there for each other (with only four years and three months between oldest and youngest) even when they planned to run away from home and go to a place where there were no rules. The oldest Jordan vowed at 4 to go out and work and buy food and care for his siblings. He even offered to drive them back to see mom and dad - who said they would be very sad if they all left us - if we bought him a car.

What was maybe even the most touching was seeing great-grandpa and two grandpas holding Jordan and reading with him and hugging him; three grandpas that are no longer here. It was great to see them.

I captured many of those early years, those extremely busy years as I was fortunate to be able to be home with them until Jordan went off to school. And I thank my husband for giving me that opportunity. It provided our kids a great beginning filled with love. It made me happy revisiting their childhood and seeing how happy they were, too.

I watched the videos by myself most of Sunday afternoon and into the evening, with kids drifting in and out of the room every so often. Jordan was quite intrigued by his little self and saw how intent I was. Knowing how sentimental I am he asked, "Are you crying mom?" He really didn't need to ask, he knew I was.

This trip was good. I'll take it again someday.