My darling almost SIX year old boy.
I don't even know where to start in telling you the story of you, my dear.
I started this blog...when I was given you.
I was scared, sad, lonely, overwhelmed & a nice chunk of crazy after you were born. ha. I can't help but chuckle a bit.
I think about how much you've grown. And how much our lives have been blessed with you. You've changed me, kid. You've made me a better person.
I know. This is too deep and nutty to read as a six year old. So maybe you'll save this deep mom moment for when you are older.
I remember this night. This moment in time. Six years ago. Your dad and I went to Delaware to hang out. We didn't want to go far because....what IF I did go in labor?
So, we went to another state instead haha. Actually, it wasn't far. And we just walked around Wilmington for a few hours. I remember we came home and I sat on the hammock with Rocky. You know, your dog. We had dinner and I just knew it that day. I knew you were coming that night. I knew when I laid my head on that pillow that there was just something so surreal about this thing.
And just a couple minutes after midnight....I woke up and felt very weird. My water broke. Oh yes, dude. You don't even want to know what that means. Cause you're WAY to young to be told how exactly babies get in this world ya know.
So, I woke up your dad....told him 'it was time'. And it was time. He took the dog out and ran back in. It was super cute, Boston. He was so excited. As I was frantically running around trying to make sure that I had what I needed packed.
He was so loving. So kind. So excited.
We hopped in the car, called your grandparents and off we went to Bryn Mawr Hospital.
It's amazing how I think about the fear in my head and my heart when I was in labor with you and how similar it was with your little brother. Except you were my first. And I was TOTALLY freaked out of my mind.
Will he love me? Will I be a good mom? Will I be there when he falls, when he starts walking, when he falls in love? When he gets his first heartbreak? Will I be able to give him good advice? Will I put my not so much love of sports aside and be the loudest on the sidelines rooting him on? Will he still sleep in my bed when he's 14?!?!
Boston, there are so many amazing things that have happened in my life in the past 6 years. I know that the big chunk of it you'll never remember. But I'm so glad that I actuallydocumented your birthdays on this blog. This little speck of internet dust that eventually became my way of life.
I owe it to you my little friend. My sweet, loving & caring little man.
The one who won't let me pick his nose in front of his friends. The one who called me "MOM" and not mama for the first time and had me bawling cause you said you were going to kindergarten and you were a big kid now. The one who held my hand when you walked into pre-school. The one who rubbed my belly and kissed it when your baby brother was in there.
The one who still sleeps in my bed.
The one who still calls for me and begs me to put him to sleep at night.
The one who still tells me he loves me.
The one who was born six years ago today.
Ok, dude. I'm off to bed. You know. The one you STILL sleep in. But don't worry, Boston...your secret is safe with me. Hee Hee.