My Left Hip

December 1, 2017

My oldest child, Jack, just turned 21 over the Thanksgiving break. If that doesn’t splash a bucket of ice-cold water on my face then nothing will. Since this is my first time at helping usher a child to the age of 21, I’m all reflective about how fast 21 years went. Maybe some of you who have gone before me can relate.

My website is in the process of being updated with a new look. It should be more user-friendly in a few weeks with more recipes, my favorite things and decoration ideas. I hope all of you had a great Thanksgiving with your families and are looking forward to a wonderful Christmas season.

Merry Christmas to you all!

When you were born 21 years ago, your dad and I had no clue what we were doing

the nurses handed you to me and I could feel my nerves start brewing.

You didn’t come with instructions when we brought you home that day

I wondered how you would actually make it and if this new mom would find her way.

I quit working at my job just two days before you arrived

and in those beginning days, I really wondered if I would survive.

You see, post partum depression visited me quite soon

and there were many days where you and I would just lay around and watch a cartoon.

But those dark clouds blew away and the joy came back

you were always my buddy,

you were my Jack.

You were a constant fixture upon my left hip

and at times when I tried to put you down, you would just tighten your grip.

I wish I had known when the last time would be

when you wanted to be held or play horsey on my knee.

The day finally came where Thomas the Tank was packed away

and football and friends became your mainstay.

For years I stood on the sideline and cheered a tad loud

yes, I know my voice could carry, but I was just super proud.

But time has moved on and since you’re 21 now

my position on the sideline will be different somehow.

I’ll step back into the stands of life, a little father from the field

and watch more from a distance and see God as your shield.

Your days of a little boy under our watchful care

have vanished in the blink of an eye – straight into thin air.

Chances are one day you’ll be the groom to a beautiful bride

and you’ll experience the love of a companion walking through life by your side.

And if someday God blesses you with a little boy to hold on your hip

remember he’ll turn 21 before you know it

so let him tighten his grip.



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  • Kathy Abney December 18, 2017 at 2:26 pm

    Sweet Jack. He is a treasure for all who he has touched. Yes, life goes way to fast. I miss having my kids all the time but grandbabies are such a gift. God has a way of filling every void. Thanks for sharing, Julie, and for letting me continue to share in the growing up of these precious children (opps, young adults!) With so much love in my heart for them, Kathy

  • Cara Berkman December 1, 2017 at 10:32 pm

    I’m going to use that poem for Hannah’s 21 birthday, but will switch out Jack’s name! I know you rather me do that than me asking you to write one from scratch.
    Time goes by so fast…. can’t believe Jack is 21!!!!!!

  • Jill Bechtold December 1, 2017 at 11:10 am

    Love this, JuJu, and love that fine young man you have raised😊

  • Kim December 1, 2017 at 11:04 am

    Dang it Julie! You need to have a tissue warning with this one. Love this.

  • Shirley Meredith December 1, 2017 at 10:17 am

    So sweet, Julie! Just love this!