I was thinking the other day that Liam is half way to 5 years old! It hardly seems possible! We only brought him home from the hospital a few days ago. It was only yesterday I was packing around a diaper bag and worrying about all the chemicals I was putting in his bottle of formula when we were not at home. Only a few days ago! And now look what has happened. I blinked. I blinked and this tiny little person has become a little boy!
Don't think for a minute he is not still angelic when he sleeps. But he doesn't do this anymore.
Now when he looks in the mirror he flexes muscles, or sticks out his tongue, or messes with his hair.
This hasn't changed much thank heavens! He still sits on my lap for a book. Here he is with Grandma Sellon. She was the only great-grandparent still living when he was born. I wish she was still alive. I wish time could stand still.
Normally I save my melancholy reminiscing for the time around Christmas. I am getting a head start on it this year. I don't know if it is all the new babies lately in my life, or the ones on the way. But my arms are aching for a baby. If I was granted a wish right now I would turn Liam back into a newborn. I would not let the fussiness get to me. I would hold him more. A lot more! I would gladly give up my sleep to be the one laying on the sofa with him night after night. I would get one of those long sling type things that so many women use and I would carry him against me every where. I would not let one single second escape me.
Don't we all do that? If only we had it to do over again. But one thing I did every night was pray over him. As he slept so sweetly I would quietly pray. Then when he started to talk I prayed for him out loud. Saying his name over and over so he would know that I was talking to God about him. Now we both pray. Such a sweet time. His little voice thanking God for his day. Thanking God for 'Yiam and mommy and daddy and Yiam'.
What a relief to not have all regrets! Just a lot. But in spite of it all he is growing up to be quite a little man. We haven't a clue what we are doing...this whole parenting thing....but through our muddling he is turning out perfect. Well, almost.
I will leave you with a Liamism: The other day I was folding clothes. I asked Liam to put Blue Blankie down and put his underwear and socks away. He did. When he came back into my bedroom I heard him say "I'm back Boo Bankie, sorry, I had to go put my underwear away.' I hope Boo Bankie is understanding.
Normally I save my melancholy reminiscing for the time around Christmas. I am getting a head start on it this year. I don't know if it is all the new babies lately in my life, or the ones on the way. But my arms are aching for a baby. If I was granted a wish right now I would turn Liam back into a newborn. I would not let the fussiness get to me. I would hold him more. A lot more! I would gladly give up my sleep to be the one laying on the sofa with him night after night. I would get one of those long sling type things that so many women use and I would carry him against me every where. I would not let one single second escape me.
Don't we all do that? If only we had it to do over again. But one thing I did every night was pray over him. As he slept so sweetly I would quietly pray. Then when he started to talk I prayed for him out loud. Saying his name over and over so he would know that I was talking to God about him. Now we both pray. Such a sweet time. His little voice thanking God for his day. Thanking God for 'Yiam and mommy and daddy and Yiam'.
What a relief to not have all regrets! Just a lot. But in spite of it all he is growing up to be quite a little man. We haven't a clue what we are doing...this whole parenting thing....but through our muddling he is turning out perfect. Well, almost.
I will leave you with a Liamism: The other day I was folding clothes. I asked Liam to put Blue Blankie down and put his underwear and socks away. He did. When he came back into my bedroom I heard him say "I'm back Boo Bankie, sorry, I had to go put my underwear away.' I hope Boo Bankie is understanding.