As I sat down to write this post I was compelled to write it in short form, kind of like a poem or small thoughts. I knew I didn’t want to write too much or go to deep. And I knew I wanted to honor the fact that I had always imagined myself a mom to a two year old boy and today I am.
Here I am. Where I knew I wanted to be. A mama to a two year old boy.
Here you are. Wherever you want to be. A boy with a crusty nose and unkempt nails on his fingers and toes.
There I was. When you were born, not sure who this birth would make me become. But looking forward to life with you at the age of two.
There you were. When your arrival surprised us and you came before due. Tiny, squeaky and new.
Here we are. Where you sing, count, whine and yell. A two year old boy forever. Continue reading