Life is wonderful
Life is so wonderful.
My son makes it that way. I mean, honestly, I don't know where or who I'd be without him. I look back on all these years without him in my life and I marvel at how stark the difference in my life is when I compare then to now.
William is just a blessing. I can't find any other words to describe how wonderful he is. He's a gift from God and he's very special. Daily, he makes both my husband's life and my life, a magical adventure.
I look at him now, so grown from when he was first born, so beautiful, so perfect. He has this little awkward walk he does that just makes me laugh. He points at things in wonder a lot lately, with wide sparkling eyes and says in a hushed, awed little voice "ohhh wowww."
He has the sweetest voice.
When William points up at the stars in the sky, with stars in his eyes, I'm not sure if I should share in his marvel, or marvel instead at him.
He has his little rituals, like pulling out all the toys in his toy chest, examining each one closely before moving onto the next. He opens his dresser drawers, carefully selecting items of clothing he finds suit his plan best, then putting those clothes in a bucket, and carrying the bucket around the house, so proud of his hard work and the clothes he picked out.
I'm not sure if it's that William notices a lot of things other babies at his age don't typically notice or it's just that he pays attention to detail. He will turn the covers of dvd's over and examine the pictures closely. He will examine the newspaper and point to pictures he finds interesting. He will even run his index finger over the words, as if he knows they mean something. He loves books. He will turn their pages and examine the pictures so carefully and closely, as if he's committing it all to memory.
What amazes me about William is how he does notice life's little details and is in awe over the small, beautiful things of this world we adults often overlook. William inspires me to look at the small things below my feet and think "yep, that IS pretty cool. I'm glad I didn't miss that."
He's made me wonder if I shouldn't enter him into a baby contest or a television commercial. He stops people dead in their tracks in the stores and shopping centers. People just seem to be drawn to his big, blue eyes and contagious smile.
I love it that people love him so much but I am the one who gets to hold him, I am his mother, I gave birth to him. I love it how he is my son, yet he is his own person and that beautiful little soul inside of him shines, not because of anything I've done but because he is so pure and innocent.
Honestly, if I had known I would have such a beautiful child, all those years spent waiting for him would have been so much harder than they were, and they were very hard. I always knew I wanted to be a mother and the waiting was enough to kill me, but wait I did and now here I am, a mother, a grown woman and my son is here, making my life more wonderful than I ever dreamed possible.
God blessed me with an amazing, perfect and beautiful child inside and out. I am so thankful. There just aren't enough words or even the right words in existence which explain or describe the love I have and feel because of William.
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So, my Santa hat is off to you for a few reasons....your writing, your love of wifehood and motherhood, the way you always try to tell your friends you are thinking of them, your compassion and your talent in the arts. THAT my friend is why my Santa hat, is off to you.
When it comes down to it, Motherhood reminds me of my favorite quote by Mae West "Too much of a good thing is wonderful"....Probably not the text she meant for it, but thats what quotes are for, our own interpretation.
My Santa hat and hat in general is always off for you too, Jenn.
You're a mother, wife and all around wonderful person. That is merit for a few hat's to be taken off, if not flowers laid at your feet.
Much love.
Childern are a very special gift they are the best things that could ever happen to us I believe. They challenge us every day andmake sure we stay on our toes. You got to love them.
PS he does have lovely eyes just like his mother.