Brighton turns 10!
Social media seemed to suggest that entering a new decade was a big deal. I thought back to what I was doing New Year's Eve and at the start of the last decade...I was waiting for this little boy to make his way into the world and then enjoying life with a newborn. Everything clicked with this delivery and adjustment to having a new baby (as opposed to the previous one, where the labor was difficult and we were so sick). My time in the hospital with him felt like a vacation. I just rested and read magazines and watched movies while I cuddled him and let Phil (and his Mom came down to help) take care of the 3 other little ones. He was content and I learned that co-sleeping and nursing on demand was the best way to get a good night's sleep and have a happy baby so I was the most rested with him.
Little did I know that my biggest baby, came with a personality to match. I have shared before some regrets that I had in his young childhood. I mistook his "energy" and difficulty following directions and obeying as naughtiness and not childishness and struggles (ADHD, speech, profound dyslexia which affecst a lot more than just his learning). I think he is my child of grace...not because I was a grace giver but despite the challenges, he is my child of grace given. He loves hugs, cuddles. He says "I love you" more than any of my other kids. He demands (seriously, demands) evening prayers, every night. He is hot tempered but it is very short lived so his disposition overall is happy and content. He is overwhelming and my most challenging child (well, Sawyer often ties LOL) but I look at who he is and how far he has come and how he has overcome my parenting short comings and I see a child of grace.
The many faces of B
Poor B, his birthday was not quite the bash that he had hoped for. He had been sick the entire week leading up to his birthday and the day after his birthday everyone went up to Seattle so he didn't get the party he had hoped for. He had coffee with Dad, lunch from Subway, we went to a movie in the afternoon, and Grammy and Grampy came for dinner. I don't remember if we even sang Happy Birthday and we had no dessert. I didn't take any actual birthday photos. The boys sure got short changed this year.







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