Happy Birthday to my first baby. I can't believe my little baby is 13! He's a teenager. In my mind, he is always my little baby.
I can't believe how much my baby has changed in this past year alone. A year ago my baby was so scared he was frozen. Today my baby is a confident young man. A year ago my baby still had a baby face, today he has a young man's face. He has the first hints of a mustache, an occasional tiny little pimple and even his eye brows are becoming manly. Baby's voice changed, baby's hands are bigger than mine, as are his feet, as is he. I held my breath and waited almost 13 years for this to happen, cause I knew it would, and now I have to look up at baby, which is strange when I am saying something like "Yes, you HAVE to eat your string beans." but it is good, because growing up is the goal and it's my job to make that happen. That is what I tell myself when I long for the little baby he used to be , the one I could carry around all day in the baby carrier. Sometimes I look at my big baby and long to snuggle up to that little baby, just for another day or two, or even just for a few hours.
My baby makes me smile all the time. He gives me so much joy. I love the way he makes me laugh, seeing the humor in every day life. When we are driving down the street and we get to giggling sometimes I want to freeze the moment, I want to slice off a little piece of time, hang it up to dry, and put it in an envelope so I can pull it out again one day when he is far away and I can't just call down stairs for him or jump into the car and pick him up. I treasure the time I have with him. Sometimes I feel guilty when I want to keep my baby all to myself. I'd like to keep him home from school, and drink coffee with him and chat and laugh. I feel good when I am around baby. My baby makes a good friend.
He'd write a great blog one day. He is a real life observer. A minute with my baby will prove to you that he is a deep thinker and very spiritual being. I love to eavesdrop when baby is talking philosophy with his hebrew teacher. She asks him questions in an attempt to make him think and Baby always comes out with a real jaw dropping answer, the kind that makes one wonder exactly how old the guy in the kid costume really is. Baby is more in touch with the ways of the world, or with what it is that makes people do what they do than most deep thinking adults. One day Baby's teacher remarked that if only she was 25 years younger.... and I knew just what she meant. Baby is really amazing. He was always like that, full of a thoughtful kind of old soul wisdom. I see that wise old man when I look into his blue eyes. They look out at me from under his dark fringe of hair and they glow. Baby's eyes can say it all to me, they say he cares, they say he does or doesn't believe, they say he questions what he sees, and they say he understands it all.
My Baby is kind and sweet. Children love him. Other Moms love him. His brothers absolutely adore him. I love him. Happy birthday baby.