A moment of sentiment, dedicated to My Three Sons, From Their Mama (who is finding herself feeling increasingly sentimental, in the months leading up to the first birthday, of her last baby ever)
G-man. My oldest. My first. We decided we were ready to have you, and so we figured we would just….have you. We didn’t know it would not be that easy, and that it would be another two years before we would FINALLY find out that, in fact, we WERE going to get to be (your) parents. I just knew I wasn’t pregnant. KNEW it. But lingering, false hope is SO torturous, and so I made your dad ride down the road with me to Walgreens late one night, to buy a pregnancy test. A pregnancy test to confirm with certainty what I already knew to be true…I was NOT pregnant. We bought it, decided to wait until morning to take it, because the first morning pee is the best…..and then promptly ran straight into the bathroom at home and took it. “It’s positive!!!” I yelled from the toilet. And that was that. Life, instantly changed, for the better. Your name means “brave and bold warrior”, and that you are, my feisty and ferocious little man. You are 99% your dad, and 1% me. You are a fascinating combination of the greatest and (and possibly some of the not-so-greatest) parts of each of us, and I think you are going to take the world by storm, the very second we unleash you. Only I don’t ever want to have to unleash you, because I was kind of hoping you could just stay with us forever.
DD. My middle. We were starting to think our “brave and bold warrior” was going to be an only child. You did not come quickly or easily for us. I was starting to give up hope… starting to convince myself that not ALL only-children are weird (your dad turned out mostly ok, after all)…and then Christmas morning came. I knew I didn’t want to spend all of Christmas day wondering, “am I? Aren’t I?”, so I got up SUPER early, and took the test. Merry Christmas to all of us. I was pregnant. I went ahead and peed on a second stick, and each of your grandmas got an amazingly awesome (and maybe slightly gross) stocking stuffer that year. Finding out you are pregnant on Christmas morning? I should have known you would be a special boy, and you are! Your name means “ruler of the people”. Man oh man will that piss your older brother off, if that proves to be true, but I TOTALLY think you’ve got it in you. Smart, hilarious, full of personality, and the sweetest heart. “The people” should be so lucky to have you lead them.
And oh my Baby A: Your brother DD was such a sweetheart from the get-go, that five minutes after he was born, I said, “babe, let’s do this one more time”. But daddy thought he already had his hands full enough taming his Bold and Brave Warrior, and training his little Ruler in the Making, so he said, “no”. And I said, “we’ll talk about it later”. And we did. For the next year, we talked about it a lot. And we couldn’t agree. And mommy felt so sad about it. And then she quit feeling sad about it, and decided she had her hands VERY full, and that maybe two little men was plenty, after all. So the decision was made….until a week or two later, when God make a different one. “I’d like to give you one more”, He said. And boom! There was mama, crying in the bathroom. “How could this have happened? We don’t GET pregnant without trying. I can’t do this! I already feel like I’m not handling TWO well. How in the world will I do three? And what in the HELL is daddy going to say?” So later that day, I pulled the test out of my purse, and wordlessly showed it to him, and he said……wait for it…..”whose pregnancy test is that?”. I’ll be honest with you, Little A…we spent a lot of your “cooking time” in shock, and not totally in a good way. But then you arrived….and we loved you instantly and immensely. You are the absolute perfect completion to our family. You are adored by your brothers. Your name means “Father of Peace”. I knew from the moment I saw your face that God knew what he was doing when He made you, but I knew it even more when I remembered the meaning of your name. You see, your brothers are going to NEED a Father of Peace to intervene for them, and we can already tell you are just the guy to do that. You are sweet and good-natured and full of joy, and we are honored that you are the “one more” God chose to give us.
My Three Sons…
You guys drive me to the brink of insanity on a daily basis, but there is nothing more precious in all the world than each of you. You are the very greatest things dad and I will ever do. It makes me want to weep sometimes thinking that your “baby” years will soon be over…sometimes weep tears of joy, and other times weep tears of sadness. But I cannot wait to watch each of you grow, into the amazing young men I know you are going to be.
Your (weeping) Mama