Nine. Nine years ago, this Boy, my little pod, was born. How can that be? I remember every kick. Every squirm. I remember him fighting me off at 6 weeks old, because he had a cold and I was trying to use the nasal syringe on him, which displeased him greatly. I remember longing for sleep. I remember tiny outfits and bottles and how much he hated socks. And still hates them. I remember gookie and outshide and gagin, gagin and NO WANT IT! The sweet baby softness is almost totally gone, replaced by gangly legs and arms, knobby knees and pointed elbows. His face is leaner. Still, when he sleeps, I can still see that baby I rocked, with those long lashes sweeping across smooth cheeks. My heart stutters and squeezes, because someday soon, he wont think Im the best, coolest person alive. Soon after that, he will have his own life, apart from us. Maybe far apart. But not today. Today, hes just 9, and Im still the coolest person alive. Happy Birthday to my Boy.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 13:06:00 +0000
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