a year-and-a-half
i have started this post twice (in great detail) and have not completed it. somehow, listing all of ethan's stats, adorable moments, developmental achievements, and entertaining antics just don't seem to capture what i really want to say about this boy.
ethan.
when he was born, 18 months ago (ok, 19 months...i'm a bit behind on this post. see opening line for my excuse.), i had no idea what to expect. a first time mom never does. even with experience through babysitting, nieces, children's ministry at church, etc. i really had no clue what being a mom was all about. (p.s. i still don't. i'm convinced i will be learning what it means to be a mom until my last breath).
i knew i would love our child, that it would be hard work, that the days would seem endless sometimes but that time would fly and he would be grown before i could even blink.
what i didn't know was that i would love him more than life itself, that i would gladly give everything i had for him, that his hurts would make me hurt, that his laughs would melt my heart in a way i could never understand or convey. that each day, though sometimes endless, would be better than the day before. that his smile would erase all the frustration of the previous moment. that i would laugh more, pray more, even cry more as a result of having a sweet baby to call my own.
ethan is a perfectly healthy, uniquely brilliant, naturally independent, and exceptionally sweet little boy. he is as all boy as they come, loving things that make music, have buttons, are loud, and move really fast. he has the perfect blend of caution and fearlessness. he has, what i truly believe, is a natural affinity for music and goes beyond just liking the beat. he is persistent, busy, curious, and energetic. he chatters more than any 18-month-old i know (he does spend a great deal of time with his mom, after all) and his thoughts (though sometimes still indistinguishable) are so precious to me. when he's not talking, he's taking in the sights and sounds around him, only to quickly exclaim what he sees. i see already his need for physical touch as well as words of affirmation (didn't i say he was all boy?). he is tenderhearted and quick to show remorse when disciplined. he plays well by himself but loves attention and playmates.
i am thankful for him. blessed and probably a little spoiled to have had him in particular as my first. i know he will be such a wonderful big brother, a great helper, and a joy to have as he helps lead his siblings.
your mama loves you, ethan.
ethan.
when he was born, 18 months ago (ok, 19 months...i'm a bit behind on this post. see opening line for my excuse.), i had no idea what to expect. a first time mom never does. even with experience through babysitting, nieces, children's ministry at church, etc. i really had no clue what being a mom was all about. (p.s. i still don't. i'm convinced i will be learning what it means to be a mom until my last breath).
i knew i would love our child, that it would be hard work, that the days would seem endless sometimes but that time would fly and he would be grown before i could even blink.
what i didn't know was that i would love him more than life itself, that i would gladly give everything i had for him, that his hurts would make me hurt, that his laughs would melt my heart in a way i could never understand or convey. that each day, though sometimes endless, would be better than the day before. that his smile would erase all the frustration of the previous moment. that i would laugh more, pray more, even cry more as a result of having a sweet baby to call my own.
ethan is a perfectly healthy, uniquely brilliant, naturally independent, and exceptionally sweet little boy. he is as all boy as they come, loving things that make music, have buttons, are loud, and move really fast. he has the perfect blend of caution and fearlessness. he has, what i truly believe, is a natural affinity for music and goes beyond just liking the beat. he is persistent, busy, curious, and energetic. he chatters more than any 18-month-old i know (he does spend a great deal of time with his mom, after all) and his thoughts (though sometimes still indistinguishable) are so precious to me. when he's not talking, he's taking in the sights and sounds around him, only to quickly exclaim what he sees. i see already his need for physical touch as well as words of affirmation (didn't i say he was all boy?). he is tenderhearted and quick to show remorse when disciplined. he plays well by himself but loves attention and playmates.
i am thankful for him. blessed and probably a little spoiled to have had him in particular as my first. i know he will be such a wonderful big brother, a great helper, and a joy to have as he helps lead his siblings.
your mama loves you, ethan.
You did good to get this post one here...even if he is 19 months now. Wesley was 9 months yesterday...hopefully I'll get around to posting an update for him before he's one! )
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