According to Chinese astrology Jordan was born in the Year of the Goat. While the Goat's personality traits of creativity, calmness, introspection, and nurturing fit Jordan perfectly, the personality descriptions for those born in the Year of the Monkey are more fitting and appropriate:
Occupying the 9th position on the Chinese Zodiac, the Monkey possesses such character traits as curiosity, mischievousness, and cleverness. Forever playful, Monkeys are the masters of practical jokes. Although they are inherently intellectual and creative, Monkeys at times have trouble exhibiting these qualities. When that happens, they appear to others to be confused. But nothing could be further from the truth as Monkeys thrive on being challenged. Their favorite pastime is people-watching.
Today Jordan, my banana-eating Monkeyboy, is 5 years old. It seems like yesterday when my OB lifted Jordan's 9-pound heft from my body, stepped around the c-section curtain and exclaimed, "You were carrying a linebacker!"
I remember that day as one dappled in sunlight, surrounded by all the people I loved the most. His birthday was an emotional one. Jordan is the bellwether for the baby that my best friend, Becky, lost. We were a trimester apart; as I was heading into the thick of the second trimester, Becky was suffering through the loss of her baby. Though shadow babies can be painful reminders of the lives that did not come to be, for Becky, Jordan was what helped bring her back into the light. When the timing was right, Frank and I asked Becky to be Jordan's Godmother, to which she joyfully and tearfully accepted. I also asked her to choose Jordan's coming home outfit, a task which she took very seriously and pored for months through clothing racks and online catalogues to find the perfect outfit of significant meaning. Becky, newly pregnant again, made the flight from Michigan to be here with me for the delivery, (which she almost missed*) and after we were all nestled away in our room, she held her Godson and gave him the outfit she chose – a striped Carter's onesie with a bright, smiley-faced embroidered sun on the chest. "You are my sunshine," she said, "you helped me out of the dark and into the sun again."
Sunshine – from the moment of his birth, that's definitely been Jordan. His giggle is infectious and he laughs at everything. On the rare occasions when he's in trouble and getting fussed at, Frank and I have to look away so as not start laughing at Jordan's smirk which seems to say, I know it was wrong, but gee, that was good fun so a little fussing was worth it. Or he tells jokes which really are not very funny, but you laugh anyway because he's totally cracked himself up: Hey Mommy – what do you call a bug on a wall? You don't know? A WALLBUG!!! Hahahahahaaha!!!
He often uses comparative statements to quantify how much he loves me. Mommy- I love you more than that big green truck over there. I love you as big as the ocean. I love you 100, but more than 100 because I can count higher than that, but I don't know how high I can count but I know I love you more than that.
I love you too, kid. More than a monkey loves bananas.
*Bec almost missed the delivery because my water broke and I went into labor 12 hours prior to my scheduled c-section. Labor's accidental trigger involved shaving cream, a razor, an oversized beach towel, and a bucket of hot water. Use your imagination. Or I can just post about it, if you so request.