The SecondSeptember 8, 2010 at 10:48 am | Posted in As the Months go by..., Baby Weight (Evan), Love and all that other mushy stuff | 1 Comment
Tags: birthday, toddler, two
It’s his birthday. Today my son turned two. Two. That’s all. It’s such a cozy little number. There’s nothing big about it. But, of course, it feels huge.
It’s been longer than two years since I’ve loved him. I’d spend evenings talking to him while he was inside, still growing. Sometimes, no doubt, before he even developed ear drums. I’m sure I looked like a crazy person, chatting to nothing. Thank goodness no one could see that I was picturing him nodding along with my dialogue in my head. I do the same now and he does nod along and he does answer me. It’s normally in his style of gibberish or his fall back answers: Yeah-ess, No, or Whyyy.
My goodness how he’s grown! His father and I look at him, astounded. At the same time we high-five each other for another year of giving him enough nourishment and care that he’s still around. His life being a round track for us… the finish line marking a milestone in his journey which we celebrate but run right though to continue around the loop. Dizzy and tired without a longing to rest. Eager to see his next step.
Also mourning what has now come to pass. It’s one of those things I hadn’t anticipated as a mother (you know, along with the eleventy thousand other things)… a sadness that we’ve reached another landmark in his life. You know it from all the mothers crying after leaving their children at the bus stop or the school’s entrance for the first time. So very freaking proud; so very freaking sad. It’s my son’s birthday… Imma throw me a pity party now.
This is my favorite time yet. Although, I said the same thing last year:
This year I told Evan that it’s my favorite time yet and he asked me “Whyyyyyy?”. I laughed so hard I produced tears. He looked confused.
We threw a party for Evan Sunday. He had a good time all day long. He was a little too eager to blow out his candle on his cake. He also was very meticulous about gift opening at first.
Soon his friends showed him the real way to tear open presents. Evan got into the swing of things real quick.
So there it is. A two year old. Flying further away from needing me and growing a little too heavy to carry.
Even still? This is going to be the BEST YEAR YET!