In honor of Mother's Day, I am rolling out my blog about a very wonderful little person I'd like to share with all of you.
Having him in my life makes me feel like the luckiest mom in the whole world. Happy Mother's Day to all of the wonderful moms out there who give selflessly and lovingly each and every day just because.
So about 22 months ago, my life changed in a BIG way. A little person came along and now occupies a very large space in my heart. His name is Holden Samuel Casini White, and yes you may have guessed, he's my baby boy. And you're right, I guess I should now be calling him a "toddler" but am beginning to realize why even at 37, some days my mom still refers to me as "her baby."
Whether 3 months old, 12, 35 or 57, everyone is someone's "kid." And the worry sets in right away and from what I can tell, never really ends. The difference is I now only completely see it because I am a parent and live it every day, and being a parent can now fully understand why my parents worried.
But that's OK, that's what I signed up for. I actually thought I would be even more of a worrier than I am. I realize if I get stressed, Holden senses it and the meltdown may just get exacerbated. I just visualize the news ticker running across my brain ... "remain calm." "remain calm."
Your child, no matter how old, is always just that, a small piece of yourself that you work so hard day in and day out to try and mold them in some way to be a decent human being.
Don't get me wrong, in nearly two years on this Earth, "Mr. H," as we have lovingly nicknamed him from the start, came pre-packaged so to speak with a distinct personality. And as my husband once said, "he is sensitive, and has a temper - gee, I wonder where he gets that from."?!
Um, yeah, that would be me. Guilty as charged. But he also has this absolute sweetness that ripples thorough his every bone and roll of baby fat.
He is my bundle of joy -- he loves to giggle and laugh and I swear he smiled when he was just days old. It's like he's so happy - perhaps me and my husband just got very lucky in the baby department. God said, "hey those are two pretty nice people," give them a good one!" LOL
But I'd like to think our personalities and that the qualities we try to instill into our Mr. H every day might have a little something to do with it.
I praise him when he does something good, uses his manners and use "no" sparingly, as this at times is his favorite word. "Please, be sweet..." I say to him a lot, with really no idea if he gets it or not.
What I do get is that this little person already has a big, huge heart. A few months ago, I taught him where his actual heart is, and now when I ask him where his heart is, he points to it. Melts my heart every time.
I love you, Mr. H xoxo
