Greetings this fine Thursday morning from
CAMERON AAROn
who turns eight tomorrow and gets baptized Saturday.
And from the moment he was born, I have been shamelessly smitten by this kid.
I remember …
… fighting my OB for the chance at a regular birth …
… driving into Idaho Falls on a Monday morning and hearing my then-favorite song, Hella Good, and feeling like it was a good omen …
… getting the go ahead from the ultra sound tech to attempt a VBAC Monday afternoon and Ben pulling into Sonic on our way home to get me one last preggo meal…
… beginning the induction Monday night … and then waiting all day Tuesday for labor to get going … and not feeling a thing … and quietly thrilling at the prospect that I might be the first woman in history to make it all the way through labor that way …
… getting scared when the doctor come in a 8:00 pm and told me that I only had an hour left before he took the baby by c-section …
… my epidural wearing off … and the anesthesiologists being busy … and the blinding pain that slammed me within minutes as I went from pain-free to nearly screaming through transition …
… feeling the most incredible relief as I started to push through the contractions … and finding an indescribable strength and focus …
… and the excitement after only two pushes that he was here … I HAVE A SON … and I’m actually conscious and can enjoy it …
… and feeling that rush and high of being a new mom that I missed with Dylan … and being so proud of myself and my body … that my broken, infertile self had created and delivered life …
and man do I love this little life that popped out.
He is my little wunderkun …
… even when I find him in the dryer or covered in flour or scaling the fridge …
… or when he shoots me this look to let me know that my dorky-staged-kid-in-wheelbarrow-with-pumpkin thing has not escaped his one-year-old bad self.
And I love the giant of a spirit that came with this adorable kid.
And in perhaps the best of arrangements, that wise old soul is pared perfectly with a live-in-the-now little boy who dares life to keep up with him. And so I walk that fine line in motherhood between trying to keep him healthy and insurable vs. letting him explore and dream.
And so I make him wear a coat …
And I make him brush his teeth and eat his vegetables …
… but also let him leap from the deck wearing a cape …
and pray everyday for the wisdom to know how to make those calls.
And I love so many goofy, silly mannerisms that this kid has … like his love of hats … especially large, themed hats.
Check out this cow get up.
And dangle a Burger King crown in front of him? Kid will jump through hoops. Lots and lots of hoops.
And the goofy?
One quick scroll through the Thursday pictures will yield some gems. And because Cam’s not here, I’ll freely admit how much I love that side of him …
… even when I’m trying to get pictures for his baptism in the last remain light of the day and he pulls a total Calvin and Hobbes.
Having this kid as part of my DHD is all sorts of awesome. And that God would trust me with him is all the proof I need that I am loved.
Happy Birthday, Cam.
You are going to take this world by storm.
World … get ready.
2 comments:
Happy birthday Cam... good job momma!
Birthdays are a great time to think about all the things your kids do and are, the good, the bad and the ugly. I think all of your kids are awesome, and so are you for turning them into those great little persons but letting them be who they are meant to be.
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