Most days I can look at him and I don’t remember life prior to June 20, 2006. He seems this little being that has always been there, yes now he is literally got his head stuck up my ass, but in some way he has always been a part of us. When they gave him to me, no he didn’t look like me and I argued that I wasn’t sure he was mine, but I knew, I think you always just know. What I didn’t know, what no one told me was that it would be so fleeting. Yes I hated the baby days, the screaming, the pooping, and oh lord the puking. It was horrible, but it didn’t last long.
Oh his second birthday he is a big boy, he is an independent boy, he questions everything and EVERYTHING must be on his terms. Some days I think if I hear “What’s that?” one more time I will poke my eye balls out, but I know that in exactly one year from now I will be sitting in this same place wondering where that inquisitive little boy went and trying to grasp at any solid memory of this kid in this moment.
When I was a child regardless of my age my mother would always say “but you will always be my baby” and I thought she was pretty much off of her rocker and maybe she is, but I understand that statement now. It won’t matter how big he gets, how ornery he is, or the mistakes he will make, he will always and forever be my first born, my ‘baby’.
Oliver & his idol, Baleigh, my sister's first born, her baby.
