What happened to my sweet little boy? Where did he go? Will he ever come back? I went into his room this morning to wake him up for school and he wasn’t there. Apparently, Aliens were in my house last night. They took him and left behind a snarky teenager that sorta looks like him, but acts nothing like him.
Today is my son’s birthday and my mind is flooded with memories of birthdays past. My image from his 1st birthday is his face plant into his cake, and looking up at me giggling with chocolate frosting covering his face. Then, on his 2nd birthday, his cousins drove from CT to be at his 1st big birthday party with his friends from pre-school. It was his 1st time in the climbing structure at our local party place and his cousins followed him around protecting him from the children pushing and shoving, as if he were their little brother. It was so sweet.
Fast forward to his 4th birthday, we went big and took him to Disney World. Squeals of glee and excitement were eventually replaced with overload from all of the fun and crowds of people. When we tried to get him to take a nap, he had a meltdown and fired us as his parents. Despite his temper tantrum, what I remember most was his joy and laughter.
The biggest party of them all on his 6th birthday made me legendary in our town. I turned my house into the World Beyblade Championship. My living room was the stadium for battles, my kitchen had a hotdog stand, stadium popcorn machine and stadium snow cone machine. To make the concessions complete, I spoke with a heavy Boston accent like the concessions at Fenway Park. What made me a legend was the wall of prizes in my dining room. I made sure that everyone got prizes and had a good time. Each year has special memories and I would not trade them for anything in the world. Most of all I remember his joy and how grateful I am to be his Mom. Happy Birthday Kevin! I hope you have a wonderful birthday.
Today I celebrate my 12th Mother’s Day. My first Mother’s Day I was hormonal and cried all day because I was so happy to finally be a mother. When my son started school, Mother’s Day began to include an art project, most of which are framed and hanging in my house. Every year no matter what is happening on Mother’s Day, I am always grateful that I am a Mother. I wish each of you a wonderful Mother’s Day!
“Mommy, what does Extra Virgin mean? How can you be Extra Virgin? Does that mean you aren’t even horny?” my son asked me this morning as I was drinking my coffee. As my morning coffee sprayed the kitchen table and I burst out laughing, I tried to think of an answer. I don’t remember seeing that question in my “Sex Talk for Dummies” book. What questions are your children asking you?
Before I had time to finish my coffee this morning, my thoughts were interrupted by the squeals of my son. “Look at the squirrels!” he shouted. “Hee, hee, they’re humping,” he shrieked with joy. Everyone at the table turned to watch the Wild Kingdom show on our deck. Hoping to avoid too many questions, I replied “Turn around and eat your breakfast. You need to get ready for school.”
After finishing his next bite of breakfast, my son blurted out “I hope they used a condom. I wouldn’t want the squirrel to get a STD.” Stunned that my 11-year-old would talk about safe sex, I sat quietly for a moment like a deer in the headlights of a car. “That’s my tax dollars at work in the school Health Class,” I thought to myself. Then, to end this very uncomfortable conversation, I responded “That’s good thinking, but I think they are trying to make babies. We will see baby squirrels in the yard soon.” He was so excited and exclaimed “I want a baby squirrel. They’re so cute!” Now distracted by thoughts of cute baby squirrels in his yard, he happily finished his breakfast. What are your signs of Spring?
At 8:50 PM on January 26, 2006 my son made his grand entrance, announcing his arrival with a loud scream and my life was forever changed. We celebrate this momentous occasion every year. While his 1st birthday was small because he was afraid of crowds, it was huge in my heart. To my delight, he covered his face with his first piece of cake, adding pictures to the family album. The next year he was in pre-school and we invited his friends to an activity center, so that they could fight over the toys and throw cake at each other. Because I couldn’t wait any longer to go to Disney World, we took him for his 4th birthday. Overwhelmed by thousands of people and the excitement, he had a melt down and yelled at me and my husband “You’re Fired!” Shocked, I exclaimed “This is not how I envisioned this moment.” Each year has been memorable and dear to me filled with joy and sometimes meltdowns. But, I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything in the world. So, today I say Happy Birthday again to my son and I am very grateful that you are here.
My son came home upset the other day, because kids were making fun of him at school. When I tried to counsel him and help him figure out how to deal with the other kids, he exclaimed “Mommy they are just going to have to accept me as I am!” Then, he put his hands on his hips and stood proud and tall, declaring “They will just have to deal with it!” In that moment, I was so proud of him. It took me many years to learn to accept myself and stop listening to the bullies. At almost 11 years old, he is way ahead of me. What lessons did your children teach you this week?