I sit and ponder the most amazing things now that I’m a
mom. What color will my son’s eyes
end up being? What color hair? How tall? When will he be able to pass a fart
without screaming murder? Will he hate me through his entire teen years? Will I
kill his father for not taking anything seriously before his teen years? And of
course, what will my son be when he grows up? What will he be like?
I am the most impatient person. I am that
person who cannot buy gifts and hold on to them. I can bearly get the damn thing wrapped before giving it
away. I love surprises but it causes me internal pain to contain them, I think I will explode if I hold them in too long. There are so many things I cannot wait
to find out about my son, even though I know I should just embrace now and not worry about tomorrow. Well, screw that, I NEED TO KNOW
EVERYTHNG RIGHT NOW!!
What my son will be like when he grows up, and his profession or calling I sit and ponder the most. I wonder what he will be
and will I have any influence over it? Will he dedicate his life to talking
about poop like his father? I
wonder if he will be president, or like his name, Oliver, suggests a “peace
maker.” Will he make a difference
in this world, or have children that do? Will he make me proud?
I just stare at his little face and wonder so much! It’s
profound for me to think that I have made a human being that will possibly one
day change history for good or bad.
I have made a little baby that one day will make a baby. It’s really just so amazing to me the
cycle of life and the insane amount of possibilities that come along with it.
I just pray that my son spends his days happy and
healthy. I pray that he is kind, loving and giving. I pray that he
is a good friend, humble and understanding. I pray that he is a wonderful person that people love to be
around. I pray that I have the strength,
patients and ability to instill all of those traits and values in him.
