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Dear Son: The Moment When I First Saw You Gave me Life Under Calico Skies.
August 31st, 2008
I can hear your giggles from all around the house. While you can be a grump, or cry when tired or hurt, you laugh five times more than anything else. Sometimes Daddy and I will be laughing at something and you look at us, having no idea what is going on and, “Hah! Hah! Hah!”, you give a good ole’ belly laugh, just because it is what comes naturally to you. The best thing? You make me laugh along, always. You get your silliness from me, sorry about that. You are doomed to a life of loving cornball jokes, don’t worry it could be a lot worse.
We giggle at each other all day long, as we play one game after another. You take my hand and say “‘mon, Mama!”, leading me to whatever it is that you have cooked up for the moment. I confess I am much more interested in you than in most of our games. Mama can only hurtle hotwheels down the hallway so many times before feeling like she is going to go comatose.
I have tried to keep you happy and engaged this year, I am good at coming up with crafts and whatnot, but the truth is a lot of times we go to a class or the library as much for me as for you. On days we stay in our living room all day, I feel as though the walls are collapsing on me by the time Daddy gets home. Luckily, you like to go as much as I, even if it is just to wander up and down the aisles at WalMart.
Sometimes I think you notice when I am not myself; that I am worried or even sad. Darlin’, this has nothing to do with you. You are the best thing that ever happened; not just to me, but to our whole family. You make me happy. You make everybody happy. Your one overwhelmingly dominant characteristic is joy. You have a countenance, a gift from God. A gift you share with us.
One has been a good year. One has been the year that made me not only love you, but like you as your own person. Your Daddy and I are always asking each other how two nerds like us (I did Model UN as an extracurricular, and Daddy had his apartment decorated in broken circuit boards.) wound up with such a cool little kid. I also think you are a kind person. I hope to be able to mold your manners and politeness, to encourage your kindness, while nurturing your generosity to others, all without dampening your energy, your spark. The responsibility I feel for you is overwhelming, you are so wonderful, I just want to keep you this way forever, and not screw you up. Your recent onslaught of “No Way!” and “Mine!” does concern me a bit, have I blundered already? I am just blaming it on being a toddler for now.
This year I started an online journal about our family. I am sharing a tiny piece of you with whomever happens across this blog. I do worry one of these days you will hate me for telling the world about your potty training, or any other embarrassing– but totally normal– and adorable toddler shenanigans. I am hoping you understand my motivations. The blog is my scrapbook so I can go back and look at all of your precious grins, and remember the day to day giggles, tears, and new words you have given me this year. Speaking of new words, today, on your second birthday, you said, “I lud you, Mama.”. This is not the first time you said that, but it is the first time totally unprompted, or without me telling you first. I love you too.
Happy Birthday Darling Baby. I know, I know, I know. You are not a baby, you are boy, but you are my baby, and I will hold you for the rest of my life.
It was written that I would love you
From the moment I opened my eyes
And the morning when I first saw you
Gave me life under calico skies.
I will hold you for as long as you like
I’ll hold you for the rest of my life
Always looking for ways to love you
Never failing to fight at your side
While the angels of love protect us
From the innermost secrets we hide
I’ll hold you for as long as you like.
I’ll hold you for the rest of my life
-Paul McCartney
Love, Mama
Filed under The Son |5 Responses to “Dear Son: The Moment When I First Saw You Gave me Life Under Calico Skies.”
The Huckababy has officially grown into the Huckaboy. I think he has the most personality of any new twobie I’ve ever seen (and working in churches and around lots of kids, I’ve seen a lot). Oh, and I will be able to be at the Huckaparty this weekend, though I may need to spend Saturday night at your place (couch or floor is fine).
You can even sleep on the bed if you want! Glad you are coming.
The video made me cry. It makes me so happy and so sad all at the same time to see how big our little babies are now. They are definitely little boys - and two of the most perfect little boys in the entire world, right next door to each other. We are very lucky and blessed!
Weepy eyed here too. I’m not familiar with this song. Yet, the lyrics are a perfect way of describing the love of a parent for their child. There’s no way of knowing this love, until you experience having a child of your own. Hey You, and JHJ, I’ll hold you for the rest of my life. Thanks for the joy you bring my life. And Hey You and The Husband, thanks for sharing this most precious child with us.
Happy birthday dear little one.
TheSon’s photographer said it best, “I can’t help it. Whenever I look at his pictures, I just have to smile. Looking at him makes me so happy.”
He is truly a blessing to everyone who meets him. I cannot imagine my life without this golden sunbeam in it…what did we do before this little man? When he is with me, everything else just fades into the background. Through this child, I have been reminded of the love and joy my own sons brought (and bring) to me.
Thank you, God, for this child and for the loving parents with which You blessed him.