Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy!

My oldest son is turning 3 today! He’s currently obsessed with his Kindle and I couldn’t ask for a smarter, sassier boy. Being his mother is an honor and I’m humbled by it. The first time I looked at him, I was just in awe of his perfect little face and I still feel that way today. I felt the weight of responsibility, the terror of someone depending solely on me for everything, and this overwhelming, primal feeling of protectiveness. I never wanted to let go of him and I instantly understood the stories of mothers who did insane things for their children. I knew in that moment I would do insane things for him, too, this screaming, wriggling bundle, this little being that I was meeting for the first time but somehow already loved. He’s pushed me to be a better mother, a better woman, a better human than I could have ever been without him. He challenges me, makes me laugh, makes me cry, and makes me wonder, “is it too early to start drinking?” And that’s all before 7:00 am 😉

I’m proud of him in ways I never knew were possible and he will always be my first real love, my oldest. I look at him and see the future, so many of my hopes and dreams wrapped up in one tiny body . All my goals changed once he came and they are so much better and more noble than they ever were before him. I see his natural curiosity and the fire in his spirit (he’s most definitely my little spitfire!) and I don’t want the world to ever take that from him. Today I celebrate him, my sweet, feisty, independent, headstrong, loving little boy.

In honor of my little love, the poem that reminds me of him:

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
By e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

#sograteful #lovethatboy #momoftwoboys #nowimcrying

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