Sunday, August 22, 2010

On That Day We First Met

NOTE:  Originally, posted on my MySpace blog on September 24, 2008.

So he said I was going to have a baby.  He put his hand on my knee and he asked, "What are we going to do?"  "Have it", was my response.  "Good answer", was his.  I kinda thought the question was funny because he was my doctor not my baby's father or anything.I gave birth to that baby.  She put him in my lap and left the room.  I looked at him.  He looked at me.  Now what?  I didn't know what to do.  What was I supposed to do?  So I uncovered him and counted his fingers and toes.  Isn't that what you're supposed to do?  I'm sure I heard it somewhere.  Then I quick wrapped him back up so I wouldn't get in trouble from the nurse.  (I didn't get it yet that he was mine)

My baby.  I held you in my arms and looked down into your eyes.  You held on to my finger with your cute little fist.  Oh, I made so many promises to you on that day we first met.

My baby.  Watching and waiting for all the firsts… crawling, walking, talking, going to school.  How exciting.  What was my baby going to do next?  To see all the things he did for the first time was just … well, there are no words.  You just can't explain the flip a mother's heart takes when her baby is tackling yet another milestone. 
My baby…a toddler now a teen.  I know how to be a teen.  I was great at it.  But I've never owned one of these before.  Now it's time for all my firsts.  No one told me how to answer questions like "How late can I stay out?", "Can I ride with Heath to catch a movie?", "Can a bunch of us drive down to Florida for Spring Break?".  (still no answer for that one yet)  There seems to be a new more horrifying question every week and my stomach still feels uneasy each time he pulls out of the driveway.  My baby…a high school senior.  As the school year started I found myself doing things for the last time.  I filled out the varsity football picture form…for the last time.  I wrote the school year schedule down for him…for the last time.  He's having his school pictures taken…for the last time.  And I can't help remembering all the firsts….and how those felt so much better.  That flip of my heart is now a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes as I watch him do all these things…for the last time.  When you were a baby, I would hear this song and cry because it reminded me of you.  It still holds true…for the first time and always…
I hope life treats you kind,And I hope you have all you dreamed of,
And I wish for you joy and happiness,
But above all this,

I wish you love.
I am so very happy for you and excited about all the firsts you still have to look forward to.  You've made us so very proud.  I will always love you, M.  And you will always be my baby.  That same baby being held in my arms, looking up into my eyes, holding my finger with your cute little fist, hearing all those promises and making my heart flip...just like that day we first met.....
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sherri said...

It's just so amazing how time goes by so quickly. When they are toddlers and getting into everything, you think it will never end. When you are sick and still have to chase them around... but when it's time for them to move out, move on... oh my gosh! Where did all that time go? I had the hardest time letting go...

Jodi said...

Oh wow. I could have written this blog entry. My (first born)son moved out of my house into his dorm room - two miles away - last Friday. I've been a stupid ball of tears ever since (yes, 2 miles away). I want to print this and give it to him... but he will just roll his eyes and say "Moooommmm" (you know that sound, I'm sure). Bless you and thank you for sharing!

Terri said...

This is so sweet. I'm sure it will be priceless to him. Mine grew up and left the nest married and gave me grand children to spoil and love.

More Milestones said...

Terri, people say I'm nuts when I tell them I can't wait for grandchildren. Two of those people being my boys - they'r young yet.
Still - I can't wait.

An Imperfect Momma said...

OH that was so sweet! Now I'm crying cause I didn't think about the lasts. I've only been thinking about the first milestones for my monkeyman :')

Stopping by from SITS!

More Milestones said...

His senior year of high school was a really tough year for me. I swear I was balling all the time. I'm still a little sad and miss the way my family used to be - under one roof.