Happy Birthday, Clay!
Today is Clay's fourth birthday. In two weeks, it'll be the 4th anniversery of the first time I saw/met/held him. I'm not quite sure what to make of this. ::lol::
I am in no way a kid person, not by any streach of the imagination. I wanted a baby for probably about a week when I was around four...then I grew out of it. Never wanted kids since, not even for a moment. I'm still planning to have a tuboligation as soon as I can get a doctor to do it and have Medicare pay for it.
But Clay...Clay was the first baby in my life I considered mine. And Brain a year after that, of course, but Clay was the first.
I still hate kids, and I reach my limit very, very quickly, even with Clay and Brain and Susan, but that limit of "okay, enough, get them away from me" is higher with these two then any other kid I've ever spent time with in my life.
It was Clay who gave me the name Buddy. I was one of his Favorate People Ever as a baby, could get him to sleep when no one else could, and like with Brain, I could get him to eat more then anyone else, even more then Anne or SueMary could (because of their birth mother's Meth use, it was imparitive that we keep both babies eatting as much as possible, as offten as possible). Clay always wanted to spend time with me. But then one day, he stopped. I went from being a FPE, to being someone he looked at as if confused as to why I was talking to him. No one could figure out why. As soon as he started learning more then just the basic words, he stopped talking to me.
Then one day, outta the blue, we were all playing the "What is/Who is that?" game where you point at something, and he has to say the word for it. And he's brillent, got every name right with people, and right very quickly on objects (expeicaly for his age, wow, both of them are so smart when it comes to words!!). And when mom pointed at me, and asked, "Who's that?" He tilted his head, and looked very confused for a moment. Then after mom said, "Who's that?" again, he nodded once and said, "Buddy."
We were all taken a back, left blinking, so mom said, "Who's that?" and he smiled hugly and said, "BUDDY!" And just like that, in an instant, I was back to being a FPE.
Turns out? Clay couldn't say my name! He just struggled with it for some reason. So rather then stumble saying my name and be left upest with himself, he just stopped talking to me all together. If he didn't spend time with me, no one would ask him to play "who's that" with him. So eventuly he decided to just give me a new name. One he could say.
I've been Buddy ever since.
A name I wear with great pride, too.
I'll never be a kid person, not even if I were the last woman alive and had to contenue the human race. If I'm the last woman able to bare offspring? Sorry, put us on the ex-list, 'coz we're toast. I'm not a kid person...but for Clay, and for Brian and Susan, I'm as close as I'll ever get.
I can't believe it's been four years.
I am in no way a kid person, not by any streach of the imagination. I wanted a baby for probably about a week when I was around four...then I grew out of it. Never wanted kids since, not even for a moment. I'm still planning to have a tuboligation as soon as I can get a doctor to do it and have Medicare pay for it.
But Clay...Clay was the first baby in my life I considered mine. And Brain a year after that, of course, but Clay was the first.
I still hate kids, and I reach my limit very, very quickly, even with Clay and Brain and Susan, but that limit of "okay, enough, get them away from me" is higher with these two then any other kid I've ever spent time with in my life.
It was Clay who gave me the name Buddy. I was one of his Favorate People Ever as a baby, could get him to sleep when no one else could, and like with Brain, I could get him to eat more then anyone else, even more then Anne or SueMary could (because of their birth mother's Meth use, it was imparitive that we keep both babies eatting as much as possible, as offten as possible). Clay always wanted to spend time with me. But then one day, he stopped. I went from being a FPE, to being someone he looked at as if confused as to why I was talking to him. No one could figure out why. As soon as he started learning more then just the basic words, he stopped talking to me.
Then one day, outta the blue, we were all playing the "What is/Who is that?" game where you point at something, and he has to say the word for it. And he's brillent, got every name right with people, and right very quickly on objects (expeicaly for his age, wow, both of them are so smart when it comes to words!!). And when mom pointed at me, and asked, "Who's that?" He tilted his head, and looked very confused for a moment. Then after mom said, "Who's that?" again, he nodded once and said, "Buddy."
We were all taken a back, left blinking, so mom said, "Who's that?" and he smiled hugly and said, "BUDDY!" And just like that, in an instant, I was back to being a FPE.
Turns out? Clay couldn't say my name! He just struggled with it for some reason. So rather then stumble saying my name and be left upest with himself, he just stopped talking to me all together. If he didn't spend time with me, no one would ask him to play "who's that" with him. So eventuly he decided to just give me a new name. One he could say.
I've been Buddy ever since.
A name I wear with great pride, too.
I'll never be a kid person, not even if I were the last woman alive and had to contenue the human race. If I'm the last woman able to bare offspring? Sorry, put us on the ex-list, 'coz we're toast. I'm not a kid person...but for Clay, and for Brian and Susan, I'm as close as I'll ever get.
I can't believe it's been four years.