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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Baby, Bambino, Bebe

I wonder when I will stop calling my son “baby”, referring to him as a “baby” or when talking with my husband, saying “the baby”. It just seems so strange to say son. It makes me feel old. I guess he will always be my baby but saying it and feeling it are two different things. There also will come a time when he may react to being called a baby negatively. Like, “Hey, I’m not a baby!!” Maybe that’s when I’ll change it. I just like saying baby. Baby baby baby. You’ll always be my baby!!!

Of course the word just comes out without even thinking about it, so it may be hard to change. But, until I get any flack, I’m going to still use it.

As you might be able to sense from this post, I'm becoming a little emotional these days. My "baby" is about to turn two. Yes, two. Two. I can't believe it. It's been two years since he entered our lives. It's been an amazing ride so far and I can only imagine what the future will bring. My little baby is becoming a little boy. He has really enriched our lives. In so many ways. Sacha was just saying the other day how he feels so much closer to me and our relationship. It's not that he was any less in love before baby, but it's such a different and deeper love now. For the whole family.

When I was pregnant people were always telling me how amazing it is to have a child. How you'll love this little person more than anything. So when I had Maddox and I didn't experience that right off the bat, I was a little worried that I'm just not the deep loving type of person. Where was this love everyone went on about? For the first 6 or 7 months of life these little vessels of poop and pee, just lay there and cry! But once they start interacting, walking, giggling at the funny faces you make, talking and probably the best thing...hugging you back, it all comes together.

Let's talk about that for a minute, hugging you back. I'd say the first time Maddox did this was probably the best thing ever. Just feeling that hug. It was amazing. It made all the bad days go away and all the sleepless nights seem like nothing.

Ok, I'm now getting emotional again so I will end this post now.

3 comments:

Lisa Thomson said...

My daughter turned three last week. I don't know where the time went. I cried the night before her birthday. I still refer to her as my baby whenever I talk about her. Maybe when she's eighteen I'll stop...maybe.

Anonymous said...

That's encouraging. I just had someone tell me that "things had changed" between her and her husband since the baby was born, and not in a good way. Said baby is now two. As a pre-baby person that was a little scary to hear! It's nice to know it can go the other way, too.

The Mother said...

Mine's 13, doesn't let me hug him anymore, and is taller than I am. But he's still my baby. Luckily, he actually thinks that's funny.