It can’t have been six years ago that I was rushing to the hospital to have my second baby. I can remember that night so clearly and especially how it ended- with this little doll:
We called him our Little Bear. He was such a good baby that I often startled awake to check to make sure he was breathing in the middle of the night. He smiled and giggled and made me feel like it wasn’t impossible to deal with two kids under the age of two.
In the blink of an eye, he turned one.
Taking steps and desperately trying to keep up with his big brother. Still so happy and the best napper ever. That grin could make anyone fall in love with him.
And then came two.
I almost lost him him, literally lost him, right before he turned two. And just a few short weeks after he turned two, he became a big brother.
He never really hit the terrible twos- he was too sweet for that. Though he kept me on my toes all the time.
Before I knew it, he was three.
Three was busy. It was when we went to Disney World, got his lead poisoning diagnosis, and moved to North Carolina.
Before we could even take a breath, he was four.
And I couldn’t call him a baby any more.
Four passed in an even bigger blur to become five.
5 meant all-day school. It also meant a rough year. But he was ready to fight. And, as always, love fiercely.
And on May 7, 2012, 5 becomes 6.
It goes too fast.
Too fast for my mama heart.
So, I’ll try to enjoy every moment.
Happy birthday to my sweet Little Bear.