Boy: A Noise With Dirt On It
My son is pretty much your stereotypical little boy. He loves dirt and he’s pretty loud. Listening and following the rules is against his nature. He loves to snuggle with his momma and play rough with his daddy. And he is the sunshine of my life.
Because I’m feeling sappy and nostalgic, I’d like to talk about my son and his life so far. All 21 months of it.
I found out I was pregnant in March 2012. My pregnancy was uneventful and easy. My worst symptom was some awful heartburn. I can remember the joy of seeing him on ultrasounds and feeling him kick. The pregnancy was a breeze. Fast forward to the end of my pregnancy and it seemed as though Aaron was refusing to come out. He was due November 18th and my doctor kept voicing his concerns of birthing a “post due” baby. Despite the fact that it was the exact opposite of the birth experience I wanted, I consented to a scheduled c-section.
Aaron was born at 8 pounds, 3 ounces and 21 and a quarter inches long. He came out with a full head of hair, looking like a little old man. He was so calm for the first couple days of his life but that didn’t last long. Two new parents who kinda thought that maybe they knew what they were doing brought home this fragile little human being and a whole new chapter began. Jason and I have been on a roller coaster ride ever since.
We have learned so much about what kind of parents and what kind of people we are since bringing that little baby home. And now my baby is a rambunctious toddler. As a family we have dealt with scary diaper changes and baby led weaning. Fevers and first steps. Birthday parties and the stomach flu. Breastfeeding and sleepless nights.
Aaron turns two in less than three months. I feel both sad and excited for this milestone. I honestly believe that we’ve taken steps into that awful “terrible two” business. I’m hoping that the stormy days are few and far between and we can have some “terrific twos” instead! Watching this little guy learn new things, firmly grasp onto his bravery to climb and explore, and get into anything and everything makes every day an adventure.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the difficult parts of parenthood. Parenthood is a really tough job and there are days when I just want to run away. So I try hard to focus on the good parts, the fun days, the things he does that make me smile. Aaron loves “too toot” trains. Sometimes he shuffles his feet across the carpet while whispering, “too too too” to himself. Brings a smile to my face every time. He loves to take baths and play in the kiddie pool. He helps me dig in the garden and even tries to pull weeds despite me telling him that they sometimes have prickles on them. He’s obsessed with the kitten that we just added to our family. Aaron gives the very best hugs and kisses.
I could go on for days about all of the things about my son that I love. I never knew that my heart could be so full of love and affection for such a tiny person. He really is the sunshine of my life.
All moms can gush and brag about their children and I think it’s very therapeutic to do so. After a sleepless night or when a bowl full of spaghetti winds up on your freshly cleaned carpet, just think of the good times. Think of those precious smiles that make all your cares melt away.