It seems like 5 minutes ago that I woke up at 3:00am with what I thought were gas pains. It turned out it was something far more important. It was time for us to go to the hospital for the birth of our first child.
Approximately 12 hours later, the words "it's a boy" were heard in the delivery room. My husband and I did not "officially" know that he was going to be a boy. By "officially" I mean that we told my doctors and ultrasound technicians that we wanted to be surprised and did not want to know the sex of the baby. However, the real surprise would have been if he were a girl. As many a mom will tell you, sometimes you just know. I knew I was having a boy, and we have been blessed with the greatest son in the world.
Today, he turns 11. This next bit will sound very objective, in the "I'm his mom" vein of objectivity. He is truly the love of my life and a remarkable person. He is funny, kind, smart, interested and interesting, and always ready for any adventure. When he was little, he asked my husband and me "how come I'm the only one who asks why all the time?" We asked him "why do you ask why all the time? He said, "because I want to know". That still defines him to me. He loves to read and learn and ask why, because he still "wants to know".
I know we are now at the threshold of a very important time in his life, where he will begin to face "big kid" challenges. In fact, tomorrow, at school is "the talk". My husband has already had some of "the talk" with him, so he won't be blind sided. He is more ready for all of this than I am. I still want him to be my little guy, but I am proud of the young man he is becoming. It is my fervent prayer that I will be the mom he needs as he charts a course through these new waters. I pray he will know that he can trust me, that his home is his haven, and that no matter what I love him with all my heart.