Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My Growing Boy











Where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday I was holding my newborn son in my arms and marveling over how perfect he was. I never knew how much love I could feel in my heart until the nurse placed that little bundle of joy into my arms for the very first time. All different thoughts ran through my head that day like, "would I be a good mother" or "how is it possible to love someone so much that you've just met". As I watch him grow each day, it amazes me how intelligent and witty he is. He has super analytical skills and I hope they continue to develop and stay with him for the rest of his life. In a matter of 1 month and 1 week, he will turn 3 years old. Now I understand what my mother meant when she always told me to quit growing up so fast. I want him to grow and be healthy, but I would love for him to stay the age he is right now. And yes, he does have a temper and we do have times when I have to be strict and enforce rules, but the precious times outweigh all of that. There is nothing better than having him crawl up in my lap, hug my neck, and tell me he loves me. He is such a an amazing child and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for him. So little man, if you ever read this one day, I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and I will always be here for you no matter what.

1 comment:

Amanda K. said...

Aww! I completely understand how you feel about him growing up. It's bittersweet, because we do want them to grow into responsible adults, but then again, another year older is another year closer to them being out of our arms : ( I do want to say, though, that when Maddy was 2, I thought I wanted her to stay that way, and people would tell me that it gets more fun as the years go by, but I didn't believe them. Now I do. I am having so much fun with her now than I ever have, and hopefully it will always continue to be like that. Each year brings it's challenges, but it gets more enjoyable. And now that she's somewhat reached a level of independence (bathroom, food, dressing, making her bed, playing by herself, etc) I REALLY enjoy it. Hehe! He'll always be your sweet baby boy, no matter if he's 2 or 92! ; )