Happy Birthday Mighty Mo

The final push came at sunrise. As my son took his first gasps of air, the window in our hospital room was suddenly awash in a brilliant ray of sunrise coming over a mountain. As if ordained by God.

The last four years have been a tribulation period for our son. Between his illnesses and injuries one would think this boy was destined for a hard life. The glory though is that this boy is a Light for others. From the day he was born Mo has pulled people towards him with a gravity that is supernatural. People of both sexes and regardless of age are captured by him and want to reach out and touch him or be a part of his world. He is like a Little Buddha in that regard.

When he is in the hospital, which has been a while thank God, nurses and aids would go out of their ways to come to his room. Before shift, after shift, breaks; all wanted to be a part of this happy, loving boy.

Doctors are perplexed when they attempt to match his behavior with his conditions. Many times we are told he is too sick to sit or stand, let alone be playful and engaging and bringing joy to others in much less dire straights.

Often we are told he is an old soul or he is understanding and empathetic beyond his years. Teachers tell us he asks questions well beyond his years and comprehension to know about. I don't know about all that. All I know is that I am living my lost youth through his eyes and its a blessing to behold. Among all the boyheadedness any son can have with a father, he has taught me about grace in ways I didn't understand.

Happy 4th Birthday Mighty Mo.