I shouted to Mike that we were having a boy, as I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. A BOY!?! No. Not part of my plan. No No No. Mike was ecstatic. Dancing around the living room. Swinging Mini as high as she would go. So I danced. And smiled. And in my head thought, HOLY SHIT. A BOY????
Then I met you. The doctor handed you to me and we locked eyes. I stared at you for a very long time. We named you Joseph Anthony. You were the sweetest, softest baby in the world. And I knew. I knew I was put here to be your mama. But I didn’t know how. I didn’t get the hang of diaper changes and got peed on every day for the first 2 months. I thought there was something wrong with you because you ate so much. I watched you grow faster than anything I have ever seen in my entire life.
Then one day I noticed how you looked at me. With these eyes that a boy only has for his mama. And I melted. It was official. I was a boy mom.
I will be at the soccer fields. I will be the one screaming the loudest when you score the winning touchdown. I will know all about video games. I will refuse, but I am sure at some point in my life you will make me go see Monster Jam and ride a ridiculously fast roller coaster. And I will love it. Or at least pretend to.
I will teach you how to be a great man. How to be respectful and courageous. To be generous but wise. To take care of your sister. I will mother you in the best way I know how.
It’s hard to believe it has been a year since the moment we first met. I have watched you change from a tiny, sweet newborn baby to a daredevil, strong, lover of a one year old. You have a heart of gold kid. You are tough but you are a mush all at the same time. And you have changed me in a way that only you could.
I am looking forward to the future. I have never been more happy to have my life take a turn that led me down a road different from what I was expecting. I am so lucky to have you and to be your mama. Happy 1st Birthday Sweet Joey. Everyone should be so lucky to have a son like you.