This is the second week of the Pagan Blog Project. Our theme this week is the letter A again (each letter will be 2 weeks). I missed last week due to my daughter having surgery (which was thankfully successful).
I wasn’t entirely sure what to write about last week, and this week is only moderately better. But since my son’s online nickname is Acorn, it seemed fitting, because there’s a really good reason I call him that – a magical one.
Acorn was only a pound and seven ounces at birth – the size of a 20 ounce soda bottle, and weighing less than a full one. If you turn him loose in a room full of kids now, three and a half years later, the big difference that strikes everyone is that he doesn’t talk. He’s physically strong, he’s cute, he’s happy, he’s got a wicked sense of humor, he’s sensitive, he’s loving, he’s determined….he is, for the most part, a normal preschooler, other than speech. There is every indication that we’ll work through this speech thing, and that he will grow up to be as normal as he can be growing up in a home with geeky parents – that he will grow into a mighty oak, in spite of his start as the tiniest of acorns.
Oak trees symbolize strength and longevity, and acorns symbolize the beginning of that, and that’s what we want for our Acorn.
Acorns symbolize patience – from a mature oak tree, acorns fall, and those that aren’t eaten eventually become tiny saplings, which then grow into oak trees.
Acorns symbolize fertility – and Acorn was conceived with the help of a fertility specialist.
Acorns symbolize luck, and our little guy was born on Friday the 13th – and coincidentally, here I am writing about his magical name on a Friday the 13th. Thirteen comes up a lot for him, and we’ve called it his lucky number since his very first week in the NICU.
Apparently, acorns are pretty tasty, but a lot of work – and our Acorn has been a lot of work too, but he’s worth it.