Birthday Wishes
This time eight years ago, I was lying in a hospital bed in Memphis, TN with an hours old infant in a bassinet next to me. I'm pretty sure I was still mostly numb from the post-C-section epidural, and I don't think the full blown 'Holy shit! I'm now completely responsible for the survival of a brand new human being' panic attack had started. But I was now officially a mom.
On my son's first birthday, my aunt made a point of wishing me a happy "Birth day" because she told me a child's birthday is just as special to his/her mom. That has stuck with me every year, and as it gets closer to his birthday I always get nostalgic for that week in August that completely changed our lives.
He's now eight years old, and I guess no longer a little boy. He'll be starting third grade in September. However, he still has a babyish trait - he can't kick the thumb sucking just yet, and I'm very happy the full blown attitude/talking back hasn't started. He still loves Hot Wheels, loves watching Nickelodeon, especially Spongebob Squarepants and The Fairly OddParents, and playing video or computer games. He fights with his little brother, but misses him when they are apart. He still wants a goodnight kiss and hug from his mom (and sometimes his dad).
He's a lot like me (looks more like me than my husband) and I feel especially proud when I watch him do something that reminds me of my childhood, like taking a book to bed to read or busting out a puzzle. I'm glad that some traits haven't been passed on to him, like he doesn't seem to suffer from the intense shyness I had as a child.
Tonight we'll be taking him to the Boardwalk so he can go on some rides and then we'll meet my parents for dinner. He loves Miniature Golf, so I think we might splurge on that as well.
Happy Birthday Big Guy!
On my son's first birthday, my aunt made a point of wishing me a happy "Birth day" because she told me a child's birthday is just as special to his/her mom. That has stuck with me every year, and as it gets closer to his birthday I always get nostalgic for that week in August that completely changed our lives.
He's now eight years old, and I guess no longer a little boy. He'll be starting third grade in September. However, he still has a babyish trait - he can't kick the thumb sucking just yet, and I'm very happy the full blown attitude/talking back hasn't started. He still loves Hot Wheels, loves watching Nickelodeon, especially Spongebob Squarepants and The Fairly OddParents, and playing video or computer games. He fights with his little brother, but misses him when they are apart. He still wants a goodnight kiss and hug from his mom (and sometimes his dad).
He's a lot like me (looks more like me than my husband) and I feel especially proud when I watch him do something that reminds me of my childhood, like taking a book to bed to read or busting out a puzzle. I'm glad that some traits haven't been passed on to him, like he doesn't seem to suffer from the intense shyness I had as a child.
Tonight we'll be taking him to the Boardwalk so he can go on some rides and then we'll meet my parents for dinner. He loves Miniature Golf, so I think we might splurge on that as well.
Happy Birthday Big Guy!