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An Ode to My Son
My first born is now a teen
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Today (11/4/2010) my eldest is 13. Ethan Wayne is no longer a boy. My denial is over, I am a 30 year old mother of the greatest son a mom could ever ask for.
I have spent the last year trying to prepare myself for the fact that I was going to be the parent of a teen but I didn't do good with that preparation.
I spent today reminiscing of the days he was just a baby, the joy he brought then and over the years including now. I promised myself I would not cry like I did when he turned 1, 5, and 12. I swore I wouldn't hug him too long or too tight this morning before he left for the school bus and I did both and almost made him miss the bus but Alaina (my youngest) screamed at me (not really screamed but felt like it :) "Mom come on! I can see the bus coming!" Ooops!
I made him his favorite pie (he doesn't like cake), pumpkin pie without a tear dropped.
Tonight I hugged him and planted a kiss on his cheek, i again wished him a "Happy Birthday" and told him I loved him.
He then thanked me for not going into the story of his birth from start to finish again this year. I gladly say "You are welcome!" and told him I wrote him a poem instead.
He did the "Ug ok"
I giggled and recited this to him:
"I love you in the morning, I love you in the noon, I love you even better when your quiet and in your room!"
He didn't think it was as funny as I did so I recited the real poem which I share with you below.
You'll Always be my Baby Boy
He was once a chubby baby boy,
Full of giggles, full of joy.
Jet black hair with a halo of blond,
A gift from God, a first sight bond.
Days of growth, hair turning red,
His gassy smile, my heart was fed.
Midnight cries and baby coo’s,
We managed to skip the terrible twos.
Scrapped knees and muddy tears,
Mommy kisses heal all fears.
He’s growing tall and changing fast,
His childhood becoming the past.
His smile brightens, his humor shows,
He brings laughter to all he knows.
My little man, I love you dear!
Your growing up; my biggest fear.