Today is my baby's birthday. Not my first baby, but my last baby. He was supposed to be my chance to redeem myself for everything I didn't know or did wrong with my first. Instead, he has been a learning experience that was completely original.
Nothing about my pregnancy was easy, he came early, stayed in the hospital and has had some doctor appointment or therapy almost daily since. But, that is not who he is. Those are the cards he was dealt, but it doesn't define him.
He is unique in the best of terms. He has a hundred different faces. He has a voice that makes me melt. He is the only kid that can make me laugh through my tears of anger. He is my shopping buddy. He has the best one liners. He loves sharks and starburst and anything blue. He wants to help with everything. He is always looking in my purse for gum. He is adorable.
And now he is 5.
He starts kindergarten in the fall, which is something we were so unsure of two years ago. He will make friends and do great and I am sure will have a very close relationship with the principal, but it is all good. He is growing up and although I wish I could keep him this age forever, I am excited to see what and who he becomes.
I may never get it right with either of my boys, but I hope through everything that they knew they were loved and that I tried.
Happy Birthday Dawson!
About Me
- Andrea
- AZ, United States
- I am a mom raising 2 great boys and I am married to a wonderul man. Although life hasn't necessarily turned out the way I pictured, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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