Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Five years ago, Jack arrived on the scene and completed our family unit. His arrival was swift, timely and according to plan- only 1 day later than his originally scheduled due date. He’s always had a sunny disposition and was generally a happy baby- except for the time when he was a week old and we (and by we, I mean Jay) put scented Vaseline on Jack’s newly circumcised penis during a middle of the night diaper change. He wasn’t so happy then and in a testament to mother’s instinct, I flew out of bed because I noticed his cry just wasn’t right; he was actually screaming bloody murder. (In Jay’s defense, we were both extremely sleep deprived and in my sleep-deprived haze, I directed him to the wrong drawer that contained the scented Vaseline that I bought by mistake during another sleep-deprived haze.)
I feel privileged to be Jack’s mom and am in awe that in watching him and parenting him, I learn from him as well. With Jack, you always know where you stand. He is emotionally vulnerable and has no filter when it comes to his emotions. It is one of the things I love most about him because I’m really not sure where he got that trait. It is something I have always wanted to have for myself, that emotional vulnerability, but it’s just not in me. My nature is to tend to be more guarded, to make sure I’m safe before I start to let myself crumble. Jay is the same way. Megan is obviously a product of her parents in that respect. But Jack, well- he just lays it all out there- he’s mad, he’s sad, he’s tired, he’s happy. He lives in the moment and as his mother, it is joyous for me to watch.
He’s the boy who…
…while eating McDonald’s with his family leaned back, sighed and said, “This is the way things ought to be.”
…when opening his gifts for his birthday exclaimed, “This is the best day of my LIFE!”
…looked at me the other day when I was looking gross and unshowered and said, “Mommy, you are beautiful.”
…has told me on more than one occasion that he would want to marry me but knows he can’t because I’m married already- oh yeah, and mommies can’t marry their sons.
…stands up for himself and for other kids at school when he was bullied.
…isn’t shy and will ask for what he wants. On occasion, he will ask for things on behalf of his shy older sister and I find that endearing.
…is almost always polite- even when he is asking me, “Can you get out of here now please, Mommy?”
A co-worker of mine once described a mother-son relationship as a love affair. And I have to say, after I got over the ick factor of using the words “love affair” in the same sentence as mother and son, I tend to agree with it. It is as simple as this- little boys love their mommies. It’s like no other and I know I am a better person for having him in my life.