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My Little Bear

My middle boy. My one we plotted and planned for, carefully examining a calendar, wanting to have our babies close together.

The baby who slept so well that I’d often wake in a panic in the middle of the night, just to check to make sure he was breathing.

Who used to prefer to fall asleep with his tiny fists clutched around my hair. I’d slowly untangle his fingers from my hair and gaze at those baby hands.

Who was so happy and content that his grandparents used to joke that I’d accidentally forget him in the car or at home because he was so good you could forget he was there.

But I never forgot he was there.

He was a cuddly, happy little guy. We called him our Little Bear.

In his preschool years, we went through many challenges with him. And I think what hurt my heart the most was knowing what a sweet boy he could be. How loving and lovable he was and is- and worrying that others weren’t seeing it.

He’s a fighter and has come so very far.

He loves his Angry Bird stuffed animals and will tuck one under his arm every night, lining the rest up beside him. He likes to play on the iPad and jump on the trampoline. He can hold his own playing soccer with his big brother. He’s reading and writing more and more and makes a face when he has to show his work on math problems because he just knows the answer in his head.

He loves his mama above all, even though he’s starting to want to do “guys’ night” with his Daddy.

He still gives the best hugs and can melt me with his smile.

And suddenly, my Little Bear is seven.

Seven.

How is it possible?

Happy birthday to Mama’s Little Bear.

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Comments

  1. I hope you all had a great day celebrating not just the day he was born but who he has become. We are so fortunate to be able to not only help mold and shape our kids but to be able to watch them do it on their own. I hope he had a great birthday!

  2. Such a sweet post…makes me cry (a little…I’m too tough to sob)! Hope you guys continue to have this great relationship while I bribe my son into cuddling with me only to have him tell me he hates the veins in my eyes b/c they remind him of blood cracks! LOL!!! Enjoy!

  8. I feel the same way about my boy. He’s so sweet and kind and has such a big heart. When he has “troubles” at school, I instantly know that something is not right in his world. He doesn’t just get into trouble because he is a boy. I hope you have a great day celebrating your young man! He seems like a great kid and that means you’re an excellent mom!

  10. Celebrating birthdays is bitter sweet at they grow. My youngest will be five in a couple of weeks. Anyway, Happy Birthday. Coincidentally…I celebrated my 37th yesterday. Not quite the same at 7 but… there’s that. LOL

  14. Oh Happy Happy Birthday Little Bear!

    We call our son, Bear, too. It’s such a great little nick name. =)

  15. Happy Birthday to Little Bear. He is SO super cute. Isn’t it crazy how time just flies by & they grow so quickly?

  20. Oh!  Happy birthday to your sweet little guy.  Love, love, love the missing teeth.  I am about to be an empty nester and I can’t tell you how much I wish my kids were 7 again!

  24. Happy Birthday, Little Bear! My favorite age because that’s the age they were when they entered my classroom as a second grader. He has come a long way and I’d be putty in his hands with that smile.

  25. I hope he had a wonderful birthday!   At those times and stages when my kids fight me and drive me crazy I always remember back to the good times when who they really are was showing through and keep hope that that will come back 🙂

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