My middle child turns eleven in half an hour. So heres my sappy mother on her childs birthday post. It all started when he decided to be born almost six weeks early. We should have known then how impatient he would be. And then when he decided he wanted to do things backward and put me through a hellacious back labor, I wasnt so sure I even wanted to meet him. And when the nurse told me I couldnt have an epidural yet because I wasnt far enough along, he decided to show her who was boss and he was born five minutes later, causing me much drugless agony. But then he was born. And I fell in love with him. And even though he cried 24 hours a day and threw up pretty much everything he ate and somehow threw up everything anyone else ate, we still loved him. We just loved him while we smelled like puke. And then when he was only nine months old, his mom and dad went and did something really irresponsible and made him a middle child. He didnt get to be the baby for long, but he is absolutely one of the best big brothers in the world. And as soon as he could talk, he was questioning my authority and wanting to know why twenty-seven wasnt a bad word and couldnt, for the life of him, figure out how age can dictate hierarchy, because that just wasnt fair. And now, even though hes about to turn eleven, all I can do is think back to all that crying, all that puking, all that questioning of my authority, and I find myself wishing upon wishes that I could do it all over again with him. Because eleven years went by way, way too fast for my liking. Happy birthday, Cale. Maybe one of these days when you get Facebook you will see this. Until then, enjoy being young and completely free of all the annoying, sappy, pointless posts that mothers write for their children who dont even have Facebook.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 04:29:50 +0000
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