I hope he knows that I think he’s the most handsome and the funniest little boy ever! He literally makes me laugh everyday. Even on my worst days he always brings a smile to my face. How did I ever get so lucky to be this little boys mama?!?
I went to take a picture of this sweet boy after laying him down, and realized I have to move my arms a lot further away then I use to, to fit his whole body in the frame 😭 #nooooo#KingstonWilder#myboy
From here you can’t see it. The sunshine is hiding it. But my shirt is a canvas of spilled juice, splattered orange slices, snotty nose mess, and splashes of bath time bubbles.
You cut two teeth this week. The same week you have battled a fever and a horrible respiratory bug. It seems like cruel and unusual punishment. But you somehow have remained mostly upbeat and giggling. Wide smiles that scrunch up your nose and hide your eyes reveal the tiny flecks popping through tender gums. You cough and run back to me with arms open. I hold you for a little while. But then, you’re wiggling free. You want so badly to be independent and can’t understand why you aren’t entirely feeling like yourself. If anyone was going to stubbornly refuse the ache of illness and teething- it would be you. Not much stands in your way. A closed door is met with pounding fists and tears of frustration. You want to be out in the world. I always knew you’d be a conqueror. But can I tell you something, my fierce little one? I’m a bit of a stubborn ox myself. And these arms have learned to hold weight. I have a will that won’t easily break. So when you’re feeling sad, sick, angry, or misunderstood...it’s okay to lean in and wilt a little. I’ll hold you. I’ll fight for you. I’ll beat my fists into that closed door. I’ll jump to my feet and run for you. And I’ll sit. I’ll sit right here next to you. So you aren’t alone. So you feel my warmth next to you. So you can just rest. Truly rest without reaching out to see if you’ve been left behind. Because I know how that feels.
You can sleep little warrior. Because even tenacity needs peace. The light is pouring in, covering the signs of struggle, washing the frustrations away, and reminding me that we-you and I both-are being held. In both unshakable fight and quiet stillness, we are held close.