Thursday, November 15, 2007
Happy Birthday Number 1 Son
You don't have to read this post. I am certain that it will embarrass my son if he were to read this. Thankfully (for me), if there is one thing I am certain of, Paul will not be reading this. So I reckon I can write all sorts of embarrassing things relating to his childhood. I don't think I will though. Let me say that I am proud to be the Mom of this bright young man.
He entered this world in a big hurry - three months preemie - basically sent home when he weighed just a smidgen over 4 pounds. He walked at 10 months and spoke intelligently at 18 months. He still has the curiosity of a kitten.
Gosh Moms, do you remember the absolute awesome love you felt with your first born? There was never a love so grand. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I would actually vacuum while holding him in my arms! Talk about smitten!
So to complete this terribly personal piece, I want to say that I have thanked God each day for presenting me with what I consider the first of many, Many blessings in my life. Happy Birthday, Paul.
I only have one question - how come we don't celebrate Moms on the kids birthday? We're the ones who carried that weight, were exultant in that final push into this world and spent years helping you to become who you are. Oh well. I am a middle child. We middle children generally think this way.