My baby boy is 9
I’m still trying to comprehend exactly how this happened. Because I swear to Christ yesterday he was a baby. a huge handful of an adventurous, non-stop, terrorizing, I can’t keep up, colic spewing, escape artist, cat food eating, house destroying, mister I can scale the bars of the crib and by-pass the baby gates and every baby-proofing mechanism invented, little bundle of oh no,no, I don’t want to snuggle, I’ve got shit to do and books to shred and decorations to destroy, all boy, holy crap what have I gotten myself into, I’m exhausted and It will never end, yep off to the ER we go because spider baby knows how to pull out drawers, climb onto the dresser and jump expecting webbing to come out of his hands so he can swing around the house, worm digging, bug and frog obsessed, biggest mess I’ve ever seen in my life, mommy’s OCD is in full swing, I need medication, perfect little beautiful boy- who has taught me that dirt under the fingernails and playing in the mud is good for the soul. Little mister is 9 today. His heart is pure and untouched to this day by our negative society and without a doubt he was lent to me by God himself from his own fleet of angels to remind me that every now and then it’s ok to leave the house a mess, take a deep breath and just join in the fun of being a kid. I don’t have any brothers. But I do have a boy who is the love of my life. who fills my heart and soul. who says “i love you mommy” at least 20 times a day. who tears up if he sees me crying simply because he hates to see mommy cry and who has my heart wrapped around his very busy little fingers. Happy birthday to my little man. My gift from God. The love and joy of my heart and soul. My little Tre. love!!