Before the foyer was a mess of cleats and library books,
Before Axe deodorant established residence in the bathroom,
Before I began tilting my chin up instead of down to look him in the eye,
Before the kitchen counter became a catchall for birthday invitations and permission slips,
Before entire sofas were buried under clean laundry needing folding,
Before he cared what brand of sneakers he wore,
Before cool was on his radar,
Before play-dates became hangouts,
Before he asked me to stop singing his lullaby,
Before every inch of the house became littered with Legos,
Before I realized he didn’t inherit my straight teeth,
Before the invention of Minecraft–which, for the record, I still don’t understand,
Before running out to Target for poster board the night before a project is due,
Before I swore no child of mine would ever be medicated,
Before Little League games that went into extra innings but only on school nights,
Before piano lessons and all the complaining that accompanied his practicing,
Before he grew too big to carry,
Before I became selective about sharing the babysitter’s name for fear someone else might snatch her away,
Before the first visit from the tooth fairy,
Before the months of fretting over which school was right,
Before the wall needed repainting because those were permanent markers,
Before the first little lies he told, which were eventually followed by bigger ones,
Before time-outs on the step,
Before story time at the library,
Before swim lessons,
Before the panic of having lost him for two very long minutes in Kohl’s,
Before the discovery that Baby Einstein offered thirteen consecutive minutes of peace during which I could inhale dinner,
Before I could make everything better by pulling him onto my lap for a hug,
Before the torture that is sleep deprivation,
Before the exceedingly slow drive home from the hospital because we had a “Baby on board”,
Before I knew to trust my instincts because they’re actually pretty good,
Before I understood that this is harder than anything,
Before. Before. Before.
I held a baby.
Moments after he drew his first breath.
I had dreamed of him for as long as I could remember.
The love was there…fierce and primal and expected.
Even bigger than the love was the hope. So enormous and undeniably present that I could just about reach out and touch it. No dream was too big for this perfect little bundle who had his entire life before him.
Who will he be?
He’ll be as tall as his father. He’ll need braces. He’ll be exceedingly guarded, but never after 10PM. He’ll have a quiet confidence. He’ll have a good voice, but he won’t like to sing. He’ll be outstanding with numbers, but struggle with words. He’ll hate mornings. He’ll love hijinx. He’ll be resistant to change. He’ll be a brother again, and again, and again.
He’ll have someone whose love remains fierce and primal. And whose hope for him will always be big enough to reach out and touch.
He’ll call her Mom.
To all who stumble through this journey the way I do..
Vessels of hope…
Believers in dreams…
Folders of laundry…
Happy Mother’s Day.
I always get a smile when I see you have written something new. It is as I push the button to open the link I quickly try to guess who will the subject be today, will it be hysterical, will I be laughing so hard I will have to stop and pee, will it be about girl’s time, will the husband come out of the shadows and join in the fun, or will it be emotional…..the kind that tug at the heart, swell the tears in the eyes, get the pit in the stomach, nose running, and eye’s misting so much it is hard to see through them before finally reaching the box of tissues. Today it was the kind…and while I love them all. These are my favorite. Well worth the search for the always lost box of tissues. Thank you, Bethany. And a very Happy Mother’s Day to you, too.
Debbie, you are the best! Happy Mother’s Day!
Love, love, love. I’m right there with you, especially the part about Axe deodorant; how did that happen?????
It happened too quickly! XO
Beautiful words from a beautiful mom. Happy Mother’s Day!
Love ya, Kel!!
This is beautiful… I have tears in my eyes reading it as you could easily be describing my oldest of three sons with every word you wrote… thank you.
I wrote this one about my oldest! There is something to birth order!! Thank you for reading, Michelle, and happy Mother’s Day!
As always you make me smile , nod , giggle and cry …….will be seeing onto my two sisters in Australia….we were 3 girls who now have 4 boys !
Happy Mothers Day to you …..and when I leave , I will still be reading your blog , each and every month !!
And when you leave, know that you will be missed!! XOXOXO
Okay, you made me cry again. It doesn’t change after being a mom and a mommom. These are the best years. Enjoy!
Thank you, Dale on this special day when you became a Mom!!
that was awesome.
Thanks for reading!
Before the sobs you wrought in me wake the house, thank you for showing me that loving boys is every bit as breathtaking, absurd, and maddeningly wonderful as raising girls. You are a wonder more than four times over and I count myself lucky to know you.
I love you a million times over and wish I were half the wordsmith you are!!
You nailed it, as usual. Happy Mother’s Day. Hope all your five men – big and little – treat you right, mama! xo
Right back at you!! See you next month!
And, could you please write a post every hour? Too much?
Sorry, I just love to read your blog.
Thanks again and Happy Mother’s Day!
Haha!!! If only I were that prolific! Thanks for reading!
I just love every word of this, Bethany. Beautiful. And thank you. Happy Mother’s Day to you!
Thank you, Alison!
***The love was there…fierce and primal and expected.***
Gorgeous piece. x
Thank you so much!
No greater privilege or responsibility! Happy Mother’s Day to all who have helped parent a child.
So beautiful…thank you for a much needed reminder of how special this life of motherhood is…and how quick the memories are being made! I also have four boys and your post made me tear up immediately! Happy Mother’s Day!
The early days are getting harder and harder for me to remember! I’m glad you could relate!
Always love your words and sentiments! I stare at my boys daily (now 4) and wonder how the time is going by SO FAST. And my littlest…she’s creeping up on 1. Am I enjoying this time ENOUGH? I’m so not ready for this season of my life to be over. The school years are just going to go FASTER:/
The school years go by in warp speed. It’s so unfair. Thanks for reading, Krissy!
And I’m blubbering into my coffee. This watching our kids grow up stuff is so bittersweet. I love it and want to speed it up and slow it down. Sigh. This was beautiful.
Thank you for reading. And I know you feel me. I love you!
Truly. Outstanding. You made me cry, and I found this blog tonight at just the time I needed it. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.
Jessica, thank you for reading!!