
In the few days following his birth I would hold him amazed that this little baby was given to me to love, take care of, and to call my son. Then with a little bit of humor I often wondered when his mother was going to come get him. Could I possible be this little boy's mother? Wow, I was a Mom. The emotion was conflicting and overwhelming. Yet my heart was OVER FLOWING with an amazing new love.
He's no longer 8 pounds. The eyes are more of a blue-green. His skin is more often dirty than pink. (Particularly after a good game of baseball.) But he is still a beautiful bundle of joy and love.
"A boy is trust with dirt on it's face, beauty with a cut on it's finger, wisdom with bubble gum in it's hair, and the hope of the future with a frog in it's pocket." - Author unknown
Oh how I love him. I love his older half-brother, 15 years old. I love his younger brother, 4 years old. *E* is special, like each of his brothers in their own way. He made me a mom. He has grown with me. He is learning to be an outstanding-character (with grass stained knees) and I am learning to be a mother that praises, disciplines, hugs, gives-space, keeps them nourished and let's them learn to make their own healthy-decisions. Talk about a ton of work... and yet all well worth it!
"Her children rise up and bless her" (Proverbs 31:28), or at least give me big giant hugs whenever they can.
To my little (or not so little) *E*: Thanks for the best past 7 years. Here's to MANY more!
- Your Mom, aka Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com
What a beautiful post! It moved me. Big smiles as my precious little one approaches 6! Thank you!
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