Songs for My Little Big Man

My Little Man Turned 11 years old Today!

February 23, 2001 - 5:29 pm (appx.)

My little man came into our lives kicking and screaming!
It was a moment we waiting for, for a long time.
Not just the 10 months, but closer to 3 years.

Hours, days and months of prayer, tears and faltered hope. Tests, and drugs and medical interventions were done to no avail.

Just when we were about to give up...

(Nerdy Hubby used to quote Hannah's husband from the Bible, "...why are you weeping? Why don’t you eat? Why are you downhearted? Don’t I mean more to you than ten sons?”)

...we found ourselves pregnant!

The chorus of "I Know I Loved You (before I met you)" always bring tears to my eyes.
I remember sobbing to this all throughout the 1st trimester. I used to softly say, "You are so very much loved, more than you can ever imagine.  You are so wanted and you are worth the wait," over and over.

As time passes, life gets in the way.  The important words of love are at times left on the wayside. Disciplines and directions dominate the words that come out.  Yet, I would never want my Little Man to ever forget...
He was my First, he taught me how to be a mom. I needed him, as I still do, and will always be, as the teacher to my art of mothering.

Happy 11th Birthday My Little (Big) Man!

Growing Up Sons

I love my first born. He happens to be a boy. He happens to be a boy with an old soul. I have often said that I never worry about him as an adult. It is how to keep him a child until he is an actual adult that worries me.

He told me when he was 5 y.o., "Mom, it is not easy to be your first born child. You have to try out how to be a mom on me. These things you try may or may not work." I remember being shocked and then paused and told him that he is so so right.

He is 10 now; I have to admit that I am still trying out parenting stuff on him, that may or may not work.

Even though I am a professional student of human nature, personalities, life stages developments, interpersonal relationships and social constructs of life, I never feel certain.

Being a psychotherapist for over 13 years, doesn't entitle me answers. In actuality, it taught me how to ask questions.

So what's the point, you may ask?

Guess my point today is, Sons, they inspire me. I admire the male mind, their ways of thinking, their differences. The process of Boys turning into Men can be amazing and humbling for mothers. Maybe, it is just humbling to "this" mother, but nonetheless, a process I am proud to be a part of.

I have found this website (and many others) helpful for Child Development and Parenting Information.

Child Development Institute

http://www.childdevelopmentinfo.com/parenting_today/actively-listening-to-your-child.shtml

So what will I do today?   Go and spend some extra time with my dear dear boy.  I LOVE how he looked at me in the upper right photo.  He was so into me and I am so so into him!!!

Go and Give a kiss and a hug to the boys and men in your life today.