On this day in 1982, I first met the baby boy I had carried for 9 1/2 months. He was born at 12:45 am, weighed 8 lbs 6 oz, and was 20 7/8 long. It was suddenly real, and I fell in love.
When we came home with him and settled in, I suddenly realized this darling baby was ours, and our responsibility. I realized, literally, that I knew little about being a mom. We learned by trial and error, made mistakes, had some successes, and felt more comfortable with what we were doing.
When I snuggled and held him close, I thought about him smiling and sitting and walking and talking and running and playing. I wondered what he’d be like as he grew, what kind of man he’d become, and what he’d accomplish with his life.
As I rocked back and forth, I looked into my baby’s beautiful blue eyes, and never imagined he’d be the man he is today. I couldn’t have known the special plans God had for him...
Happy Birthday, Son! I love you!
1 comment:
Thank you mom!
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