My little man. You are such a show-off. From the earliest days of feeling three tiny babies kicking inside me, you were always quick to join the party and stomp away. When I finally laid eyes on you, I suddenly “got” what every other mother of a son experiences…you melted me. It was so hard to see my little man with his oxygen mask on, looking so frail and weak. Maybe I kinda expected you to hop out of my tummy looking tall and strong like daddy? You were soon trying, though! I couldn’t believe when I walked into your hospital room and saw your tiny bottom stuck in the air with your legs straight up underneath you! You were nearly two months premature and already you were doing what older babies would do!!! …this should have been a clue to us, little man.
You were the only baby we got to “room in” with at the hospital. Daddy and I never had fully cared for a baby as tiny as you were – only 4#13 oz when you came home! So we stayed the night in a special room and I hardly slept. It was so nerve-racking but you were so patient with us. The next night, when we were all three in mommy and daddy’s room at home, was so much better!
Noah, you are my booger, Animal, my buddy, my heart-throb…the only other boy I’ll ever love. I love how you have tested mommy and daddy from the get-go! You kept us up late at night with terrible tummy pains. You must have known we couldn’t let you cry because it’d burn too many of your precious calories…and so you milked that for all it was worth! And, like a typical boy, we had to call the paramedics within the first 3 weeks of your being home. Thankfully, the Lord had His hand on you, little man, and you were fine. It wasn’t long until you were hungrily nursing with mommy and happy to be done with bottles. You taught mommy how to breastfeed, paving the way for your sisters just weeks later. Your little smug smile over some new accomplishment continues to make me laugh. You try so hard to not let me see how proud you are – but I see it! And I am proud of you, too, son! I love how your tongue sticks out with concentration as you work towards your little goals. I love how you smile up at me with happiness, just knowing I am near. I love how you have grown leaps and bounds this year, forcing me to trust God in ways I never imagined. I love your bright blue eyes and blonde hair that will one day be part of what draws another woman to you. I love how you are so “manly” and yet so “mama’s boy” all rolled into one. You were the first to jump out of your Bumbo, to crawl and pull up on furniture. And yet you were the last to take charge with table food, content to let me spoon feed you till college (or so I thought!). You are my whiny booger, wanting to be near me at all times. And you were the first to give me kisses…all other flaws are now forgiven.
Though your stubbornness has exhausted me already (and we’re only a year into this!), I can see it eventually helping you to become a godly man, son. As you grow up, daddy and I will help you learn how to do that. And I pray you will see your daddy as the wonderful example he is, with his desire to be like Christ.
I love you. Always, always.