It's hard for me to believe that my first born is rockin' a bicycle. He was extremely proud of himself and all smiles.
He was 8 weeks premature and thrust into this world creating joy and worry all in a moment...well lets be serious labor was a few moments...
This is the little boy that we brought home on a monitor to watch his breathing.
This is the little baby that had IV's placed in his tiny head, the baby that screamed not cried... for what once felt like forever and now has flown by in the blink of an eye..
This is the little boy that taught me how to be a mom, the baby who hated tubs, parties and his bed.
This is the little guy I put on a school bus at the age of 2 and 3/4's.
This is the little guy that showed me how to trust others and to ask for help.
This is the little guy that I prayed and begged and pleaded with any and all higher powers would speak.
This is the little boy I thought I would never tell to SHUT UP but now do! (and I can't quite explain how elated and embarrassed needing to say that to him on occasion makes me feel)
As he road away on his bike I was amazed by the imprint he has left on this world so far.
He is the not so little boy that loves the tub, pool and ocean.
He is happy to go to birthday parties and sleeps on the top bunk.
He gives and creates smiles.
My family and I are forever indebted to the many teachers and therapists that have helped him carve his path to a well adjusted bright,little man.
As he biked away I was super grateful that he was riding a bike not a car..although I am sure that will happen all to fast as well.