A blog for the extended Boosman family

20 March 2003

Happy Birthday, Rabbit!

Well, your mom beat me to it and did a far better job of it than I will, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday as well, Duncan.

The moment you were born, I cried tears of joy. It was an amazing thing to witness. I remember suddenly feeling as if I was a participant in the grand cycle of life. I still count it as one of the happiest moments of my life.

You were one of the happiest babies we or any of our friends had ever seen. You smiled and laughed a lot. You slept through the night at three weeks. You made your mom and I feel like we were good parents, like we must have been doing something right. (In truth, we became a bit arrogant in this regard. When we'd hear stories of friends with babies who weren't so easy, privately we'd tell each other that it was because they just weren't as talented as we were. That theory was shot down when Cameron came along and spent most of his first six months crying. Poor little guy!)

When you were little, you loved to play with my glasses. (I didn't wear contact lenses then.) When I was holding you, as often as not you'd make a grab for them. We used that to help you learn how to crawl -- your mom and I would set you down on the floor in the middle of the living room and then put my glasses just a bit out of reach. You taught yourself to crawl that way -- that's how badly you wanted to play with them! Sometimes I'd move them again, to get you to crawl some more, but please don't think I was cruel -- I'd eventually let you have them for a bit.

We used to say you were a "funny bunny." That became "Bunny," and then later that became "Rabbit." You answered to that nickname until you were -- oh, gosh, seven years old? I don't know -- your mom will know for sure.

I've been very impressed with how you've been growing up the last couple of years. You've become more thoughtful, more contemplative, more self-aware. You want to do well in life. You want to get along with people. You take yourself out of situations when you know you just need some time to calm down -- that's a fairly mature thing that many adults don't know how to do. You're big enough to admit you're wrong from time to time, and to apologize when it's called for. Again, those are things that lots of adults don't do.

I miss my little Bunny, my Rabbit. You were a heck of a little kid. But I like who you're becoming, too. If I had my 2-year-old Bunny or my 6-year-old Rabbit back, I'd miss my 16-year-old Duncan -- truly I would.

So happy birthday, Rabbit, and congratulations on reaching 16. I love you!

(By the way, Duncan, I'm willing to entertain cash offers to avoid sending the URL for this blog entry to your friends at school. Just kidding -- sorry, I couldn't resist. :-)

16 Years Ago Today... 6:15 am Duncan Reynolds Boosman came into this world and changed a "Couple" into a "Family".

I can't believe that is has been 16 years since I became a mother. While becoming a "Wife" was a big transition (and becoming an "Ex-Wife" even more so), I would have to say that becoming a Mother was the biggest transition in my life but has since become the identity that I treasure most. And Duncan is the one that changed me into a mother.

Duncan's first name was chosen because we felt it was different without being odd (though Duncan might disagree). Not only is it a Scottish Clan name (which means "Dark Warrior") but it is also the name of a loyal and true friend in the novel "Dune". (Duncan Idaho). Duncan's middle name is in honor of Frank's high school friend Reynolds (Rink) Storey. There was never any question that our first son's middle name would be Reynolds!

I will admit that having come from a family of girls, I was ill-prepared to raise a son. But, I think I have done a pretty good job of it (along with his father) since Duncan has grown to be a very intelligent, physically adept and loving young man. Oh sure...he still gets too involved in video games and he certainly knows how to yank his sister's chain...but overall I am very proud to be his mother.

One year after his birth, his father and I wrote in his baby book the following words:

From Mom: "I can't believe that it has been a whole year. It seems like only yesterday that you were a teeny-tiny baby and now you walk, have teeth and talk (a little). You were a great baby. Always happy, inquisitive, a good sleeper. We liked you so much we decided to have another one!

Having you really changed me for the better. It's pretty hard to be self-centered and selfish (two of my worst personality flaws) when there is another person relying on you 24 hours a day. I enjoy you immensely. You are my little sweetheart. Someday you will not love me unconditionally as you do now. And I cherish this time.

I think Daddy & I's marriage is the better for you, too. You gave us a deeper sense of commitment; responsibility, then we had before. We are willing to stick things out and not give up. I love you very much, pea."

From Dad:" My dear son, like your mother I feel that you have made me a better person. You have given me a sense of my place in the cosmos, and I now know that I must work to make the world a better place for you and your brother or sister. I know how much you trust me and I try to repay that trust by being the best father I can. I don't always succeed, but I do try my best. You are my "Sweet Pea" or sometimes just my "little pea". It's hard to imagine what life would be like without you. You can be a bad boy when you want to, but on the whole, you're the best little boy I have ever seen or even heard of. It's seems we can't go out in public without having many people come up and tell us how cute and sweet you are. Many people have told us that you should be on TV, but we will only do what is best for you, and so, you shall never be a child star.

I, too, cherish this period of your life. I love you very much and still like to cradle you in my arms as if you were still a little baby. I know I will always be proud to be your father. I love you, Duncan!"

Well, now it's 15 years after we wrote those first entries and I still can't believe the way time has flown by. Things didn't quite work out the way that way that we thought and there have been a few upheavals in our lives that we didn't foresee...but through it all I have still been proud to be Duncan's mother. And, at the risk of embarrassing him I will say: