Today was Taiger's birthday! What a happy and exciting day!!!!!
Last night, he was so excited, he couldn't sleep...in fact, he started crying! Not crying because he was tantruming, or being rude...just because he really was THAT excited. So cute!
So, I lay down beside him on his bed and told him about what I was doing 4 years ago last night. I was laying in bed, thinking it was time for my little guy to be born. Then, I told him about the next day, his birthday, and the (edited) details of his birth (meaning, I went to the hospital, they gave me medicine, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Bryndon, Aunt Bryttan and Aunt BeQin came, and a while later you were born!). I told him about how as soon as he was born, the doctors layed him on me and he reached RIGHT up and held my finger (of course, he thought that was so cute!). I told him about how, when I couldn't hold him any more in the night (because I was in pain, sick, blah blah blah...but I didn't tell him that part!) that NaiNai held him all night and slept with him. I told him about getting his picture taken by the hospital photographer the next day. I told him about how he and I lay in the bed and watched his first Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, and how that evening everyone came over for "Thanksgiving Diner" hospital-food-style. I told him how much I loved him the moment I saw him.
What I did not tell him was how his birth changed my life. How I never, ever could have imagined how fiercly and deeply I would love him. I didn't tell him how I dream of his future, or that I love to guess what he will be like as he grows older. I didn't tell him how the moment he was born I started worrying about him, and that that worry will never stop. I didn't tell him what it is like to see me, my soul, my skin, my blood, outside of me in him. I didn't tell him how proud I am of the littlest things he does, how his accomplishments bring me so much joy, how his every triumph leaves me bursting with pride. I didn't tell him how I worry about his testimony, how I pray for it and yearn for him to always grow in faith, and remain close to God. I didn't tell him how I miss him when we are apart. I didn't tell him any of that. Because I am a Mom, and things like that would be lost on his four year old mind.
But I DID tell him I love him.
And that sums it all up. That is enough.
Last night, he was so excited, he couldn't sleep...in fact, he started crying! Not crying because he was tantruming, or being rude...just because he really was THAT excited. So cute!
So, I lay down beside him on his bed and told him about what I was doing 4 years ago last night. I was laying in bed, thinking it was time for my little guy to be born. Then, I told him about the next day, his birthday, and the (edited) details of his birth (meaning, I went to the hospital, they gave me medicine, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Bryndon, Aunt Bryttan and Aunt BeQin came, and a while later you were born!). I told him about how as soon as he was born, the doctors layed him on me and he reached RIGHT up and held my finger (of course, he thought that was so cute!). I told him about how, when I couldn't hold him any more in the night (because I was in pain, sick, blah blah blah...but I didn't tell him that part!) that NaiNai held him all night and slept with him. I told him about getting his picture taken by the hospital photographer the next day. I told him about how he and I lay in the bed and watched his first Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, and how that evening everyone came over for "Thanksgiving Diner" hospital-food-style. I told him how much I loved him the moment I saw him.
What I did not tell him was how his birth changed my life. How I never, ever could have imagined how fiercly and deeply I would love him. I didn't tell him how I dream of his future, or that I love to guess what he will be like as he grows older. I didn't tell him how the moment he was born I started worrying about him, and that that worry will never stop. I didn't tell him what it is like to see me, my soul, my skin, my blood, outside of me in him. I didn't tell him how proud I am of the littlest things he does, how his accomplishments bring me so much joy, how his every triumph leaves me bursting with pride. I didn't tell him how I worry about his testimony, how I pray for it and yearn for him to always grow in faith, and remain close to God. I didn't tell him how I miss him when we are apart. I didn't tell him any of that. Because I am a Mom, and things like that would be lost on his four year old mind.
But I DID tell him I love him.
And that sums it all up. That is enough.
1 comment:
how beautiful! happy birthday to taiger and happy (almost) thanksgiving to you!
i have heard mothers say that having a child is like watching your heart walk around outside of your body. you are lucky to have taiger, and he is lucky to have you! you are such a wonderful mama!
i love you!
megan
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