The Gleeful Gourmand: Happy 3rd Birthday, Buddy!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Happy 3rd Birthday, Buddy!

The other day I went out just before dinner to get the mail, which is kind of a hike since we live on a driveway with two other people. On the way back I was suddenly remembering my very first "walk" with my son. This must have been during his first week of life because I remember that Buck was home, and my Mom was still there. Buck and I wrapped him in a couple of blankets because the chill of Fall had finally started to set in that week, and we walked to get the mail. It was unbelievably slow-going because I was recovering from my C-section, and I also wasn't used to walking any distance with an infant in my arms. The sun was just starting to set, and I remember the colors in the sky were spectacular. I started talking to Liam, who was awake, about all the things outside there were to see: the trees, the different colored leaves, the sky, the animals. It was a magical moment, and one that I will never forget, because at that moment I remember thinking how impossible it seemed that he would ever be big enough to walk beside me and chat with me about those things I was talking about.

After remembering this I heard our front door open and looked up in time to see this little face peek out. Coming out onto the porch, Liam stood on the doormat and screamed "Hi, Mommy!" about a dozen times before finally screaming "I love you Mommy!" It melted my heart. We walk to the mailbox together these days quite often. Liam runs, jumps, throws acorns into the birdbath (a favorite game of ours), and examines every speck along the driveway. He is articulate, bright, beautiful, funny, and affectionate. He has never met a stranger in his life.

This past year of experiencing 2 has had its fair share of ups and downs. There have been times when I feel like we're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel on a certain issue, only to have him dash back in. He's out of diapers for good, but can't seem to make it to the toilet for #2. He's in preschool two days a week and having a blast, but also having some challenges as well, especially in areas that I thought we had already covered. His tantrums, thankfully, are still short-lived and far and few between, but they seem to have gotten more theatrical.

Despite all that, I know that I have learned a tremendous amount about him, but even more about myself. And if I am honest, my son, unknowingly, holds a mirror up to my face every day. There are days that I don't like what I see, and I'm not talking about wonky makeup or wrinkles. But I hold on to the moments that are sweet and remind myself that he's trying his best to get through this life too, and I have to try my best to help him do that. Because I know there will come a time when he won't be excited anymore to walk down a driveway with me to get the mail.

In the meantime, Happy Birthday, Buddy. Daddy and I are so incredibly blessed to have you in our lives. There isn't a day that goes by that you don't put a smile on our faces in some capacity. We love you so very much.


Elizabeth said...

So sweet!

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