When he was a baby, I had the whole post-partum depression thing going on. He was ALWAYS talking aka screaming. I was frustrated.
Our first son, he was the baby that never cried. Almost never. But, along came Rhys, crying like a banshee. My expectations were off kilter.
He started trying to nurse WHILE STANDING at 6 months. Seriously kid? SERIOUSLY?
And then at 7 months, he only nursed while standing. I was frustrated. While it is physically possible to stretch and yank a nipple, it is not advised. I was frustrated.
And then at 8 months this tiny little thing started walking and I facepalmed every hour on the hour.
People would see this tiny, chunky baby and all of a sudden he’d get up and walk and they’d *gasp* and I’d say, “I know. I know. What am I going to do with this kid?”
He got into ‘ish. I was frustrated.
And then when he could actually run and actually talk he never stopped.
And I facepalmed more.
What I didn’t know then was how often my little Rhysie runs to do good.
He runs to share.
He runs to snuggle.
He runs to adventures.
He runs to be the life of the party.
He talks a lot.
He tells you he loves you.
He tells you his day.
He tells you about animals.
He tells you what he’s learned in pre-school.
He tells you anything that will garner a laugh.
He is often described as “very sweet,” & “very loving.”
There’s so much about this little spitfire I couldn’t quite imagine when I saw his somewhat frustrating personality developing at 5 months old, that has now become so clear…
…at 4.5 -a recent pre-school graduate- he is exactly who God made Him to be. He is wholly different than his big brother, in beautiful and charming ways. I’m just sorry it took me so long to appreciate those differences, because Rhysie has a beautiful heart.
The other day, he walked again.
Just one more of the many all-important-walks he’ll take.
Another reminder for me not to fear the road he’ll walk and to trust that I’ll be the Mama He needs to walk with him.
Mama Moments Monday