I don’t know how it is possible. I remember pulling him towards me as he entered the world, taking his first breaths, and barely letting out a cry. I remember bringing him home from the hospital, anxious that I would completely mess up being a mama of two. I vividly remember those first steps as he teetered across the grass, and that grin when he realized what he had done. I cannot fathom how it could have been 5 whole years ago that we brought him home.
In the last five years I have learned that I don’t actually know anything about being a mama of two boys. I have learned that I can never trust that their pockets are empty before they go in the wash. That there is not enough oxi-clean on this side of the Mississippi to remove the stains from their clothing. I have learned that Alexa will fart for you if you ask her to. That it feels like forever to buckle them in to their car seats until they can buckle themselves. I have learned that my house is NEVER clean because they destroy the room as soon as I leave it.
I have also learned to say yes more often to playing, to soak in the moments that I get to spend with him, and to listen to alllllll that he has to say because it is a lot and he is hilarious. I want to hold him in this phase forever, but I can’t wait to see what he becomes.
I pray that he will always remember that I am the best snuggler and I rarely turn down the opportunity to hold him as I know those moments are fleeting. That he won’t ever stop asking me for 7 more kisses when I tuck him in at night (ok, maybe some day...but give me at least 5 more birthdays). That he will always take the time to observe things even though it drives me absolutely insane how slow he is. I pray that he will remember his childhood as a time of joy, love, and ultimate fun. I pray that he will always know that we love him fiercely and we will support him and guide him as each day passes.
Happy Birthday, sweet boy! Now hurry up and get your shoes on, we’re already late to your party.
