My oldest son reached
the mid-century mark today.*
Pause…
What?
How can that be?
That would mean that
fifty, yes, fifty, as in 50, years ago today, I became a mom.
More importantly, Ryan,
my
firstborn child
and
firstborn son,
entered this world on a
beautiful Sunday early afternoon in September,
fifty years
ago today.
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| Ryan on his wedding day |
This mother’s heart has
stayed young and does not count the years when she thinks of her children.
Is that
because children, even after they are grown, keep one’s heart young?
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| Ryan and Mom |
I had no idea when I first met my firstborn that his life would
expand my world so much. From his earliest days, he was such a delight to
me. That first year of his life was a year when I had the opportunity to bond
deeply with him. His father began college on the day I brought Ryan home
from the hospital, and Ryan's father worked a full-time job at night
also. That meant that Ryan and I spent many hours alone, but what delight
filled hours they were for me. In those early years, many evenings were
spent with mom pushing Ryan in his stroller for long walks exploring the
neighborhoods near the basement apartment where we lived. Often when he
was a little older we would end up in a park where Ryan loved playing on the
playground equipment.
Then, there was the day when my son got his first
set of wheels.
His life, and mine, changed that day.
He now had a vehicle where he could
explore the big wide world out there on his own.
Honestly, I was a protective, almost over-protective mom to my
very core. Once Ryan had wheels, this protective mom learned she could
never keep up with Ryan and his next adventure. He was off and
running. Somehow, he’d be out of the house and on his bike before I’d
discover he was gone, and I had no idea where to start looking for him.
At the age of three, he was seen riding his tricycle down the middle of a busy
street as if he owned the road while I was looking for him somewhere else close
to home. He’d decided he wanted to go to the grocery store where I’d
wheeled him in his stroller, or driven him to by car, by himself.
Thankfully, someone saw him, and brought him home just before he crossed one of
the busiest intersections in town on his little blue tricycle. I should
have known then that adventure and exploration would be a foreshadowing of his
life.
Somehow, he survived riding dirt bikes that weren’t really dirt
bikes, in places where his mother did not want him riding. Somehow, he
survived the driving the hot red sports car that got when he was 18, the little
Mazda sports cars that he had through his thirties and forties. He loves
his wheels, and I always love when he takes me for a spin in one of his sports
cars. It is a thrill, but honestly, I also hang on and close my eyes, and
sometimes, ok, always, say, “Ryan, please be careful.” Mostly, though, I
just try to hang on and enjoy the ride. This has been a metaphor for my
life with my firstborn son.
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| Ryan in his biking attire before a big race |
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| Ryan (top left) and & team on LOTOJA Race 2007
On his fortieth birthday, he rode his bike on the challenging LOTOJA Race. It is a 200+ mile race from Logan, Utah to Jackson Hole, Wyoming.
For his fiftieth birthday, he got his favorite thing: wheels, an new truck. I haven’t seen it yet, but he now has the ultimate truck where he can throw in all the kids, the camping equipment, the bikes, or the skis and take off on another grand adventure. He tells me he loves his new truck. I'm sure he does.
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Ryan learned to read at the age of four. He seemingly taught
himself. I read to him from his earliest days. I’d just begun but
had not completed teacher training to be an elementary school teacher when I
married Ryan’s father a year and a month before Ryan was born, so I was eager
to teach my son all the skills I’d learned about reading. I had little
plastic letters on the fridge. We’d practice sounds and letters.
I’d point out the words on the page. Then, one day, Ryan started
reading. I thought he’d memorized the book, so I took him to the library
and asked where I could find the first grade readers. I took one off the
shelf, sat down with my curly headed four-year-old, and asked if he knew what
the book said. He did. He started reading from it. Frankly, I was
shocked. He'd broken the code for reading, and now another great passport
for his future life was in his hands: reading and learning.
School was not his favorite thing. He was a peer leader
socially, but not academically, yet those early leaning towards learning and
growing have served him well as he progressed and grown in the world of
finance. His social skills, his love of people, his gift of gab, have
also served him well. He has already had a very successful career as a
banker.
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| Ryan with Zion's Bank, his employer for many years, in the background |
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| My handsome son after a long day of work at the bank |
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| Ryan in his banking days |
Now, in his fiftieth
year, he is in the finance industry in an entirely new way. I don’t even
understand his new job, but he does, and that is what counts. He has been
on the ground floor in developing a program for the lending industry. It
has been an exciting, fulfilling time for him as he has worked in the development
of and the marketing of this new financial tool that lenders throughout the
country will be using. Best of all, he says he no longer has to
wear and suit, and in his fiftieth year, he has let his hair grow long and
grown a beard. He doesn’t look like a banker anymore.
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One picture of Ryan that I carry around in my head as one of my
happiest memories is the one when he burst out of a hospital delivery room with
his first-born son in his arms to present my first-born grandchild and grandson
to me. The look on his face was priceless. It seemed to say, “Mom,
look what I did.” He was so proud and so happy. I tear up every
time I remember it. Ryan is a great dad. He loves being a dad, and
his kids love having them as their father.
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| Ryan with his three children Regan, Parker & Bridger |
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| Christmas morning 2010 Ryan with Parker and Regan |
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| Ryan cooking breakfast for mom in her kitchen while wearing her apron. May 2011 |
Somewhere along the
line, Ryan learned that he loved to cook. Was it when he took cooking in
junior high? Was it when he was scouting? I don’t know when he
first started loving to cook, but he does love to cook, and he is a great
cook. I remember him walking in the door from a ten-hour day of banking,
after a commute of two hours a day added on, and begin rolling up his sleeves
as he walked in the door ready to fix dinner for the kids. He says
cooking relaxes him. It also brings out his creative nature. In his
fiftieth year, he loves cooking for the kids, the family, for friends, or just
with his wife whenever he gets the chance.
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| Ryan creating the ultimate Thanksgiving dinner with Sheridan November 2015 |
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Ryan met Sheridan
the love of his life six years ago.
Together, they have worked at building a family, a blended family,
and a future that is filled with much love. They have bought and built a
family business that his wife Sheridan began with her sister many years before
Ryan entered the picture. Now in his fiftieth year, he and Sheridan
manage a family owned boutique, (mostly Sheridan does this job these days), and
he also works long hours with his financial software business job. These
two work long, hard hours, but they do it together.
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| The "Mordiansens" a blended family Parker, Regan, Max, Bridger, Henry, Sheridan, and Ryan |
They
also parent together so well. It warms this mother’s heart to see how
they are such great parenting partners.
How could a young mom all those years ago have ever known the way
that small son she first held would bring so much richness into her life?
As I told my husband today, I love having sons. I’m also so grateful that
I have daughters. There is a special part in a mom’s heart for her
first-born son. He is the one that introduces her to the memorable ride
of being a mom. What a ride it has been.
Photos of mother and son from 2007 to 2017 are below. |
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| Ryan & Sally July 2016 |
Thank you, Ryan for gifting my life for the past half century. (How
can it have been that long?) You have so
exceeded every desire I ever had for you when you were a child. I never
even would have imagined the path your life has taken. Perhaps one of the
earliest milestones you reached was becoming an Eagle Scout. When I think
of you, I can’t help but think of the Eagle Scout character traits that you
portray in so well in your life. The words loyal, trustworthy, friendly,
helpful come to mind. You learned early to love the outdoors and survive
in it. That transferred over to living successfully in any environment
where you found yourself. You learned to set goals and reach them.
You learned leadership, and you have lead well. You learned to love
adventure, hiking, biking, skiing, and hiking. You keep on doing that every
chance you get. You make my day every time I hear your voice, and when
you hang up the phone, you always say, "I love you, Ma." You
have been a wonderful son, brother, husband, father, friend, and business man.
You have made me proud. I hope the coming decade brings you
continued success in all that you do.
Given your genetic makeup, you most likely have at least
another fifty years of living, loving, and laughing ahead of you. Enjoy
it. I love you.
* My photo program froze as I was writing this post, so I couldn't access many of the photos I had hoped to share in this post.
** The formatting on this post is mixed up and crazy, but if I try to change it, it will take me until Ryan is another year older.
