July 10, 2014

Love Song

“I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't anymore.” 

There you were. Placed on my chest and, from the look of the pictures, probably crying your first cry, announcing your newness for the hospital room to hear. It's been a year ago now.

But in my memory, there is no sound. Just your face, and the realization that you weren't a girl like I was so sure of before. Here was eight pounds, ten ounces of baby boy...what did I know about boys? Behind the rush of love, the relief that you were in my arms, and the surprise of how quickly it all happened, there was a tiny part of my heart that was truly frightened. I didn't know how to be a mama to you.

I'd been a mama already, of course, but Millie meant I could match patent leather shoes with ruffled dresses, play tea parties, and do all the things I'd done before in my own childhood. All I could see, holding you in my arms, was a boy who would grow into a man. I wondered, already, when you would be too embarrassed to hug me. I thought about you finding your first love, replacing me in an instant. You were so small, with your soft tufts of hair and your sweet, kissable cheeks.

But I kept thinking about you letting go of me.

The first few weeks of your life were difficult. We rushed you to a hospital an hour away one night for a surgery, and I've never felt so helpless. I looked out the hospital window to the sparkles of the city, and wished I could fix everything for you. But, oh, you were brave, sweet boy. And through my tears, I watched your courage and felt my own grow.

Millie was always more independent and sure of things. I was surprised to have someone who seemed to need me more. You always craved me close by. You wanted to be held every moment. It was such a sweet blessing to feel that weight of you nestled up on my chest, breathing dreamy breaths and soothing my soul.

You have changed much in these twelve months; first smiles and first steps, sitting up and wobbling to stand, chatter that sounds like "mama" and "vroom"ing sounds with your cars. You are cheerful always, and your heart is so kind and so good. You will do anything to make me smile. You point to the airplanes in your room every time you wake, because all things are new with you and you want them to be new for me, too. Walter, I have been so proud to watch you grow this first year. I am so glad you will be a wonderful man someday. But for now, I am so glad that you are still my baby.

You spent this year doing many things. One of them was reassuring me.

I can't write songs, but if I could write one, it would be a love song.

And if I could write one, it would sound like you.

8 kind comments from you:

Marcella{The Life After "Trust Me"} said...

Too perfect for words. <3

Jenn said...

This was pretty much the sweetest 1st birthday post I've ever read. You have SUCH a way with words! Happy birthday, Walter! And happy birthing day, mama. You are doing such a good job raising those cute kids.

Amanda said...

Love that last picture of you two. Happy birthday to your sweet son.

Chantal said...

Happy birthday to him! Can't believe it's already been a year.

Fran said...

I still can't believe he's a year old! And I don't think I've ever read a sweetest 1yr old post, ever.

greaterexp said...

You all are so precious!

Mrs. K said...

It has been wonderful to be able to watch him grow up on your blog and IG. I can hardly believe it has been a year already. Happy birthday, Walter! You have the best mama.

Sarah said...

This is the sweetest post ever!! I know I'm late to the party, but how can it already be (more) than a year since he arrived?! He's the sweetest and you're a great mom.

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