It's April. That means my son is having another birthday. Can you believe the audacity of this child?!? He is having the nerve to turn 2! I used to laugh at my sister-in-law when she would tell me she wanted to put bricks on her sons' heads to keep them as they were. Now I get it. Where are cinder blocks when you need one? I can't believe it's been almost two years already.
Two years since I went into labor. Two years since my little boy was born. Two years since my husband, the Elvis fan, announced our child's birth to my parents on the phone by telling them, "Jackson has entered the building!"
Two years since I wondered what he would be like, look like, act like, sound like, smell like. Now I know, at least two years worth of answers. I wonder what the next year, and five, and twenty, will be. But I know the first two have gone too quickly already.
Two years since I first held that little boy with big ears and bird legs. He's grown into his ears nicely and his legs have filled out. (I once had someone tell me he reminded them of a Shar-Pei because his skin was so loose! I laughed.) Two years since I discovered that getting spit-up on by your own kid isn't nearly as gross as when anyone else's kid does it. Two years since my life was irreversibly and fantastically flipped upside down.
This sweet little boy has captured my heart and imagination. He's affected lots of lives around him. He's impacted people's days and moods, through even the briefest of interactions. I have come to the full knowledge and acceptance that I may well be known from this time forward as "Jackson's mom." And that's just fine. Two years ago, I was Christy. I was a daughter and a friend and a wife. Now, I'm a mom.
A lot can change very quickly in life. But if we let it, let God, life can be more than we ever dared to dream. Almost two years ago, my craziest, wildest, and boldest dreams were blown away by reality. I love my little man.
Now, where's that brick?
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