Well, I could ramble on and on about how fast time flies as I already have a dozen times over. I could tell you how it seems like just yesterday my son was born and how much joy and blessing he’s brought into my life. But, you already know that! Instead, I’m going to tell you while I love him with all my heart, he’s definitely challenged my sanity more than Callie ever could have. And I’ll admit that some days, I think...child you make me lose my patience in ways I didn’t think was possible. How I see the strong-willed desire to get his own way-simply by looking in his eyes. And they are adorable eyes…so you can see my dilemma here.
Just yesterday he ripped my loved “GOURMET” lettering off my wall in the kitchen, and broke three of the letters when I wasn’t paying attention. Then, he got crackers out of his bowel and put them on the floor to stomp them. I know many people don’t believe in spanking…and while I waver on the issue this definitely warranted a good spanking and a time-out. He knows better! And lately, he’s been hitting me when he’s angry. He would never hit his dad; oh no…he knows that wouldn’t fly. And while I do punish him for acting out, it’s as though he knows I’m momma; and no matter what, I’ll love him and he’ll get a lighter version of whatever he deserves, just because.
Because of his personality, we normally have smaller parties for Clay on his birthday. He doesn’t like a ton of people, although I do admit I’m seeing some more social tendencies in him lately (thank God, I am rubbing off on him in some positive ways!). I usually invite only his closest little buddies, which usually include my neighbor and her children, along with a couple other kids he knows. There were a few people sick or gone, so my neighbor Anna was it, and because she was watching her sister’s children, she had six kids to bring. And, that in itself was a party! We had a great time watching the kids play, eat food, and drink beverages (ahem, margaritas for me. I needed it! Did you not read the last paragraph?).
His birthday signified something important for me this year. The ending of one era, and the beginning of a new one. While I know the terrible 2’s are not necessarily over (terrible 3’s anyone??) and I know things aren’t going to change overnight; I have to admit I’m looking forward to the next phase. I’ll be working again full time, which makes me a better mom period…and I’ll have help with someone watching them. I laugh whenever I do have my old babysitter watch Clayton. She raves about how wonderful he is. Then I see the devilish grin on his face as we leave and I have to smile. Yes, this is my child…he’s no angel-but he’s smart, talented, and adorable. And he’s already mastered the talent of manipulation. Happy birthday son! You make your momma proud! 🙂