Where were you? It was the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and I was in labor all day long. I had already missed my due date and I was miserable the entire day. I tried to hold off so that he would not be born on 9/11 but at 11:56PM I just could not wait any longer and my baby boy was born. Fast forward to last year right before his 2nd birthday.
Now here we are, one year later and my son is now a three year old; barely resembling the baby boy that once was. Looking more and more like he belongs in an elementary school classroom. Especially since he is so dang tall. His personality comes in more every day and I can tell you, he loves to laugh and make others laugh. This kid even tries blowing his nose on my arm because he thinks my reaction is hilarious. He has succeeded at this. Disgusting. It was funny though, I gotta give it to him.
Sometimes I just wish I had more time to enjoy his young personality; appreciating his extensive three-year old vocabulary. It’s funny to me that the only word he really struggles to say is balloon. He calls them babboons. The other day when I picked him up from daycare they told me he was singing drunk in love and when they asked him if he knew who sang it he replied. Beyoncé. Now that’s my son for sure. I have recently switched to songs that won’t sound so bad when sang in public. maybe.
This morning he was telling me all about his birthday and how there is no more two. At one point he even said, I don’t want to be three. Look at him, hating the aging process already. I can’t say I blame him. Raising a child can be frustrating and irritating at times, but when I look into that sweet face there is nothing else I would rather be doing. Sometimes I feel like I am exploding on the inside because I have no idea what I am doing or if I am doing it right. Only time will tell. One thing is for sure. My son will always be loved and feel that love.
If I succeed at nothing else, I want to be sure that my son understands how to love himself first, and then how to love others. The value of human life and what you can learn from others, even if they are different is something I hope to give him. I want him to be better than me.
I don’t know why I am crying thinking about my son growing up. Maybe its because I never knew I could love like this and the feeling is so overwhelming. Either way, I am thankful for everyday with him and I know that this year will go just as fast and my baby will be 4. He has a fabulous birthday party this weekend that I will post next week.