Showing posts with label the boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the boy. Show all posts
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Happy Lucky 7
My dear boy,
You’re seven. SEVEN. I cannot believe 7 years have gone by since you came into this world. Since I became a mom. Since everything changed.
You continue to amaze us every day with your kind spirit and your intelligence. With your warmth, your love, your generosity. The way to treat your sister is amazing. The love I see in your eyes for her makes me melt.
Your successes still far outweigh your failures and you make us so, so proud. I wish I could hold you by my side forever. I wish that you would fit on my lap forever. Stay my little boy. But, that’s not the world works. So I will continue to watch an awe as an amazing young man develops right before my very eyes. As you mature and change and grow. I love you baby. So much that I have never thought of my heart as my own since that cold day in February 7 years ago. Happy birthday my love.
You’re seven. SEVEN. I cannot believe 7 years have gone by since you came into this world. Since I became a mom. Since everything changed.
You continue to amaze us every day with your kind spirit and your intelligence. With your warmth, your love, your generosity. The way to treat your sister is amazing. The love I see in your eyes for her makes me melt.
Your successes still far outweigh your failures and you make us so, so proud. I wish I could hold you by my side forever. I wish that you would fit on my lap forever. Stay my little boy. But, that’s not the world works. So I will continue to watch an awe as an amazing young man develops right before my very eyes. As you mature and change and grow. I love you baby. So much that I have never thought of my heart as my own since that cold day in February 7 years ago. Happy birthday my love.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Dylan Update
Dylan has had a big summer. He has learned how to ride his bike without training wheels and he can *almost* tie his shoes. He can also read even better than when he left kindergarten.
He's grown up this summer. He still has a way to go in the maturity department, but he's growing up. And still the sweetest kid ever.
The other day he was playing his DS when he wasn't supposed to. Dave and I were both a bit upset with him. I explained that we were disappointed because he did not listen to the rules. He said he forgot. I confirmed that it was ok but please remember next time.
FF to the next morning.
Dylan to Dave: Daddy, are you still mad at me?
Dave: I wasn't mad, not a little disappointed and frustrated.
Dylan: I'll remember the rules.
To me, as I am leaving the house: Mommy, I'm sorry I didn't remember the rules last night. I do better and remember next time.
Seriously, could he possibly be a better kid?
He's grown up this summer. He still has a way to go in the maturity department, but he's growing up. And still the sweetest kid ever.
The other day he was playing his DS when he wasn't supposed to. Dave and I were both a bit upset with him. I explained that we were disappointed because he did not listen to the rules. He said he forgot. I confirmed that it was ok but please remember next time.
FF to the next morning.
Dylan to Dave: Daddy, are you still mad at me?
Dave: I wasn't mad, not a little disappointed and frustrated.
Dylan: I'll remember the rules.
To me, as I am leaving the house: Mommy, I'm sorry I didn't remember the rules last night. I do better and remember next time.
Seriously, could he possibly be a better kid?
Friday, May 29, 2009
Holding Them Close and Letting Go
My heart hurts tonight. Last night was Dylan's school picnic. I watched children run off in pairs left and right. I watched my child watch from the outside. There was one little girl who repeatedly said hello to him, but that was it. Tonight he told me no one ever picked him, all year, to be their helper for passing out bday treats. That he doesn't have any best friends at school. This is the only time he has ever lamented about his friends, or lack there of, at school. The first time one of my fears for him, related to kindergarten, was realized. Dylan has a heart of gold and is a truly wonderful, sweet child. I think it might be holding him back a bit.
I want my child to have friends. I want him to make connections in childhood that will last a lifetime. I want him to have what I didn't have and always longed to have. I want him to have the security that comes with having some friends you can count on. Friends who you know have your back.
I have spent the majority of my life with a feeling of not belonging. Always feeling like I am on the outside. Close enough to know what I'm missing, but far enough away that it is out of reach. I know the pain of being excluded, still experience it all the time. And, although that pain taught me a lot, I think I would have turned out just fine with fewer lessons. It's a big reason I am the way I am today. If we have are having friends over and other friends ask what we are doing, they will automatically be invited to join in the fun. I don't ever want anyone to feel excluded or unwanted. I certainly don't want my child to feel that. Ever. I know he will. I know Sasha will, too.
When I was pregnant, one of the few things I loved about the experience is that no matter where I was, my baby was with me. I was protecting my child at all times. No one could get to my baby without going through me. The older they get, the less of a barrier I present. The less I can protect. The more I want to keep them close and never let go. But I have to let go. And that's the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life.
I want my child to have friends. I want him to make connections in childhood that will last a lifetime. I want him to have what I didn't have and always longed to have. I want him to have the security that comes with having some friends you can count on. Friends who you know have your back.
I have spent the majority of my life with a feeling of not belonging. Always feeling like I am on the outside. Close enough to know what I'm missing, but far enough away that it is out of reach. I know the pain of being excluded, still experience it all the time. And, although that pain taught me a lot, I think I would have turned out just fine with fewer lessons. It's a big reason I am the way I am today. If we have are having friends over and other friends ask what we are doing, they will automatically be invited to join in the fun. I don't ever want anyone to feel excluded or unwanted. I certainly don't want my child to feel that. Ever. I know he will. I know Sasha will, too.
When I was pregnant, one of the few things I loved about the experience is that no matter where I was, my baby was with me. I was protecting my child at all times. No one could get to my baby without going through me. The older they get, the less of a barrier I present. The less I can protect. The more I want to keep them close and never let go. But I have to let go. And that's the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
6 years.
Dylan,
Six years ago you came into my world. Four days late, a 9 pound kicking mass of boy who was more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Amazing lips, which didn't go unnoticed by a single person who saw you, dark hair like mine and chubby thighs I could have nibbled on all day. What came after was a crazy mess of emotions I never knew I was capable of feeling. A love so fierce it overcomes me at times. Worry so great it overcomes me at times. Pride so great it overcomes me at times. Parenthood is an all consuming thing, my love.
I am honored to be your mom. I am proud to be your mom. I am proud of the human being you are becoming. The compassion you have for others. The amazing gift for reading you seem to have. The way you are with your sister - gentle, sweet, tolerant, loving. You can me laugh or cry in an instant.
In the past 6 years you have learned how to do the following:
Sit up.
Walk.
Stand.
Crawl.
Talk.
Use a fork, spoon and knife.
Poop and potty in a toilet.
Colors.
Letters.
Numbers.
Phonics.
Reading.
Use a computer.
ALMOST ride a bike.
Drive us crazy. ;)
Write.
Raise your hand.
Share your toys.
Work the iPod.
Be an amazing human being.
Thank you for being who you are every day of your life and giving me the great pleasure of being your guide.
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Six years ago you came into my world. Four days late, a 9 pound kicking mass of boy who was more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Amazing lips, which didn't go unnoticed by a single person who saw you, dark hair like mine and chubby thighs I could have nibbled on all day. What came after was a crazy mess of emotions I never knew I was capable of feeling. A love so fierce it overcomes me at times. Worry so great it overcomes me at times. Pride so great it overcomes me at times. Parenthood is an all consuming thing, my love.
I am honored to be your mom. I am proud to be your mom. I am proud of the human being you are becoming. The compassion you have for others. The amazing gift for reading you seem to have. The way you are with your sister - gentle, sweet, tolerant, loving. You can me laugh or cry in an instant.
In the past 6 years you have learned how to do the following:
Sit up.
Walk.
Stand.
Crawl.
Talk.
Use a fork, spoon and knife.
Poop and potty in a toilet.
Colors.
Letters.
Numbers.
Phonics.
Reading.
Use a computer.
ALMOST ride a bike.
Drive us crazy. ;)
Write.
Raise your hand.
Share your toys.
Work the iPod.
Be an amazing human being.
Thank you for being who you are every day of your life and giving me the great pleasure of being your guide.
I love you.
Birth
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
SixMonday, February 16, 2009
21-months
The baby girl is 21-months-old today. It's hard to believe it's been almost 2 years. It's hard to believe the crying, squirming little nugget we brought home from hospital is now a little person. A little person who wears pigtails, has opinions on everything from what to eat to what to wear, likes to have her nails painted, speaks in sentences, hams it up for the camera and does a million other things. She cracks me up daily with constant singing. She adores her big brother more than words can possibly express and charms every single person with whom she makes eye contact in a way I have only seen her brother do before. She's just so amazing. And I can't imagine a greater grace in my life than seeing my children interact. Seeing them love and seeing them learn.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Kindergarten Revisited
I had a lot of fears about Dylan and kindergarten. How well would he adjust, would he make friends, would he succeed? I am very happy to report they have all gone unfounded. He is a wonderful, wonderful kid and is genuinely thriving in kindergarten. He's maturing before our very eyes. Growing into a different person with sarcasm, wit, intelligence and compassion. He loves school and we love what it's doing for him.
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