Fifteen years ago today, I got up very early to head to the hospital where I expected I would have a baby and become a mother.
At least, that’s what I thought.
Fifteen years later, I realize that while I may have been considered a mother, but I have become a Mom.
I vividly remember the first thought I had after the doctor announced you were a boy.
“I don’t know what to do with a boy.”
As one of two girls, I was confident I had the girl thing figured out. But boys, hmmmmm.
So, Happy Birthday First Born Son.
Thank you for helping me become a Mom. Thank you for showing me what to do with boys. I have an appreciation for heavy equipment, work boots, Bob the Builder, goalie equipment, showing cattle, raising chickens and red wagons. (I still can’t appreciate you getting up at 6 a.m. on an almost daily basis….but we all know who your father is!)
Thank you for being an adorable child, and a young man I’m proud of every day.
Now get your arse upstairs and finish your homework.