|Steven (vacation 2012)|
I do believe first born children are made a bit stronger than their younger siblings. They have to be to handle the mistakes their parents make. After two days in the hospital and the nurses telling me when to nurse him, they were sending us home to care for this child on our own. On one hand we were so excited, on the other hand, we were scared and did not know what we were doing. Sink or swim is how it's done. We got our discharge papers and set out on the hour drive back home. We had to stop half way home because he was screaming so much. You see, my milk hadn't come in yet and they did not tell me to nurse him before we left. It finally occurred to me that he hadn't eaten in several hours and that might be it. IT was. I remember sitting there nursing him in that gas station parking lot telling him we would just have to figure this out together. And that is just what we did.
Over the last 14 years, my love for him has only grown with each passing day. I am so proud of the young man he is becoming. I cherish the days when he was small but I so enjoy watching him explore this world and find his place in it.
Who is Steven. Steven smart. He is serious and thinks about things that never occurred to me at his age. He is a perfectionist. Things have to be a certain way. He loves science and wants to know how everything works. He is reserved but will come out of his shell and surprise you sometimes. He prefers old, classic shows and old comics to the new ones. He will watch the how the movie was made part of the DVD as much as the movie itself. The boy loves to read and thinks that a once a week trip to the library is not enough. Steven is a great big brother. He is a protector of both his brother and his sister. He is caring, considerate, respectful and hardworking. He is an alter server at church and takes such pride in doing that job well along with any job he is given.
|playing the cello|
He is growing up fast and will be spreading his wings before I know it. But he will always be my baby. As I think about these upcoming years, I feel hesitation and anticipation at the same time. My prayer is that he learns to trust his gut, God gave that to him for a reason. I pray that he learns to lean on God and go to him often out of love and desire. I pray he finds his God given gifts and runs with it. I pray as he finishes middle school and heads into high school next year that he continues to be true to himself and know that God made him who he is.
|on a hiking trail|
I am so thankful and proud to be his Mom and I love him to the moon and back and will continue to with every breath I take. Happy Birthday my son.
|yes he is flying a real plane in the real sky.|