And the years go by...

and the baby boy becomes a MAN...
and suddenly he's as tall as you are !!
(and you're TALL !!)
and there's bittersweet poetry surrounding the transition....
and he SO wants to remain a child...
and you realize that the ONLY alternative is to allow him to spread his wings...
to be hurt...
to be loved...
to feel his own powerful stance in the world....
to revel in the accomplished nature of independence...

And you KNOW, without a doubt...
that this MAN will be someone special....
that he has the makings of a SAGE and a LEADER.....
and you can't help wondering about the future...

and it's raining today....POURING....
and we, JEWS, say that rain is LUCKY....

and so shall it be....
that His Mazal (luck) shall be paralleled to the symbolic rain..

Happy Birthday to my INCREDIBLE, DELICIOUS boy/man....
May all good things and the light of GOD shine down upon you for all time....
Mom....