turns 21 today
Please note the time of this post...for it is the exact moment, after 12 hours of labor, that he was finally declared seperated from the womb. Tattern and torn this child left my poor nether regions. Is that too much information? Probably. So we'll leave the rest of that story for Baby showers and girls' night out.
From diaper rash to a broken nose to a totalled car and everything in between, this is my first born. My first of three wonderfully, perfect little miracles from God. From this child I would learn what not to do with the other two. He would have the first of all the firsts of my children. The first little voice of all of them saying "mommy". .....the first day of school....the first good report card....the first bad report card...the first car...the first broken heart....the first graduation...the first job...the first consequences of a teenager finding his way in life.
He hasn't quite found it yet. His way. He's searching. He's struggling. And I'm praying. And on this day that my first born turns 21 I know that every diaper I have changed, every boo-boo I have kissed, every girl I have wanted to strangle that broke his heart and every gray hair this child gave me will not be in vain.
His heart is huge. His laughter contagious. He sees humor in everyday things and together we have been a thorn in his Father's side more often than not as Troy rewinds the movie for a 4th time because he couldn't hear it over our snickers, giggles and belly laughs. He is the child who knows how to play with my hair in such a way that it destresses me enough that I can fall asleep....and he always did it without complaining. He is the big brother that keeps his little sister in check. He is the big brother that fights passionately with his younger brother but will defend him to the end of time.
He is my son. My baby. And how long can your son still be your baby without it becoming weird?
Happy Birthday, Cody.
I love you,
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