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I’m Excited for…..

When you become a parent you can’t help but think back to your own childhood and think about things you want to do and things you don’t want to do like your parents. My mother did silly things with us when we were little, we had tea parties and built forts. She would let us get muddy and gross and sleep in the backyard in the summer. She also didn’t want us to grow up, would hold us back, wouldn’t let us get too far or tell us we weren’t ready/ good enough. It’s not that she wasn’t a good mom, she was just afraid. Afraid we would leave and be successful and not be around anymore. This is something that has stunted me in my adult life, shaped decisions I have made, and caused me to waste so many of my adult years. I WILL NOT REPEAT THIS BEHAVIOR.

I’m excited for my little  bear. I want him to try, fail, and try again.I’ll prop him up and encourage him. I’ll tell him he can be anything and do anything. If he wants to be a doctor one min. and a snowboarder the next I’ll help guide him. I’ll call in any and all favors to get him to his goal. I’ll be his biggest advocate because children CAN DO anything. If he wants to be a garbage man I’ll support it. (hopefully he is a little more ambitious) But that is not up to me, it’s up to him. If you do something you love then you’ll never work a day in your life. Coming from someone who has worked EVERY … SINGLE… DAY…. I see the immense value in following your dreams. Do the things, move to California, backpack across the globe if that’s what moves you little bear. I may shed a tear but I’ll never hold you back. I believe (like most parents) that my child is meant for greatness, and greatness comes in all shapes and sizes.

I’m excited to watch him grow and learn, because people are individuals and guided into the people they are. This is one reason I’m glad I had a baby after my 20’s, 20 something me would feel the need to control. Now, understanding life a little more and being able to view situations with a little less reactive energy I can’t wait to see what he wants to be, how he wants to grow, and what he CAN achieve.

The Little Things

rooster-fameimagesdotcomThis morning little Bear woke up early. Before my alarm, before the sun, even before the dogs. I was so annoyed he is yelling from his crib, “mom, mooooom, I all done! Baba! MOOOOOOOOMMMMMM” So I stumbled downstairs and got his bottle ready all while he is yelling demands from  his room. When I go back up he is in a full lather because I have not moved fast enough. (we are working on patience) I sit him down with his bottle, don’t judge I still haven’t figured out how to get him to drink milk out of a cup. He looks at it with disgust and says “Milk”. I digress….

I get him ready for his day, we play stinky feet, we have morning cuddles, and then he wants to play with his blocks. B L O C K S, this is something we are also working on because he consistently says cocks. I sit down with him and we are stacking, knocking down, and repeating. While we play we talk…. this is huge as far as I’m concerned. If you  listen to them when they are small even if they make no sense, they can see that you are engaged and care what they say. He told me whole stories, I asked specific questions, getting him ready for conversations. Conversations that will start out with how was your day and will someday when he is grown start out with Mom, I need to talk to you. These are the building blocks… that is B L O C K S not cocks. The building blocks of our children’s lives.

Every day I’m amazed by the range of emotions you can go through being a parent. This is a moment I’m going to hold on to for as long as I can. This is the good stuff.