This post is dedicated to my lovely firstborn, who made single motherhood enjoyable.
|This is what I like to refer to as "Our Floating Heads" picture|
I want to thank you for the honor of being your mom. You are such a little comedian and will act the fool to make someone laugh. Your sense of humor and the way you see the world amazes me everyday.
Ever since preschool, you would rather spend time drawing your current obsession on the back of your school papers instead of doing the actual schoolwork. Sure, I've given you a ton of shit about this because I want you to succeed in life. But deep down, I am so very proud of your drawing skills and imagination. I want to pat you on the back and teach you how to shadow the TARDIS to make it appear threedimentional while you tell me about the latest episode of Dr. Who. Instead, I push my 9 year old self aside and make you do your multiplication. Since you won't be reading this for a very long time, I feel safe putting this on "paper."
My sweet boy, you were the first person who taught me how to love someone so much that it hurts. You have given me so much joy in your nine years that the thought of you can bring me to tears. Good tears. I don't want you to ever grow up, but your body doesn't seem to give a damn for my wishes and you outgrow your jeans as soon as we buy them. I miss cuddling you, and even when I try these days, your bony arms & legs stick out at awkward angles while you raise an eyebrow at me, but let me do it just the same.
I'm a bit weepy now, so I'll wrap up before this gets embarrassingly mushy for you. But I'll leave you with a few pictures of your little self to help us both remember the beginning of love.
|You always insisted on helping, even in carrying objects|
that were bigger than you.
|You would eat spaghetti sauce (Prego only) with a|
spoon. Noodles didn't impress you.
|This is your first day of preschool. You had your blue blanky|
and a sippy cup of socks packed in your bag, and your
trusty Snoopy under your arm. You were ready for the world.
|This was your friend, Mr. Bones, who replaced Snoopy. Mimi|
got him for you and you took him with us everywhere. In this
pic, we were at Frisch's for breakfast, where you fed him
pancakes. It took ages to get syrup off of his teeth and ribs.
|Eating Cracker Jacks at a Reds game while |
charming the ladies next to us with your brilliant
baby blues and your charming personality.
|I love this photo because it's the epitome of Ben. |
You were always so chill with a smile on your face
and you never knew a stranger.
|You're a tad weird in that you prefer Italian|
subs from subway over cake, cookies, or candy.
But that's all part of your charm. ;)
|Hats off you you, my sweet baby boy. |
I am so, so proud to be your mama.