In 18 days, my little man is already celebrating its first anniversary.
I just watched a movie "Juno", and there is this birth, and maternal feeling that emerges. And inevitably, the tears flow, because a year ago, I lived certainly the most wonderful time of my life. The arrival in our life of this beautiful little bundle of joy, this little boy who often came across the feet, which stamps his feet when he is happy, like Thumper, which is not always patient in the morning while I preparing the bottle which says "Ada" when I say "Mom", who eats his own kiri so proudly, that is so excited and happy when he sees his two big brothers when her father comes home at night.
My child.
I do not remember how we had announced that he was a boy. Do they have said in German, English or French? I do not know, and his father either. We remember just to get it.
I did not see when he was born, because I was so fried on with anesthesia for caesarean section, the time to understand that they showed me they had already embarked on clean. It was so long before I can embrace. I did not want to leave.
I was crying, his father held my hand and he was crying too. We were so happy.
And every day, every morning when I got up to go get in bed, I see that wonderful smile all boils who stamps his feet and open arms, I know how much we are still happy be parents, to be his parents.
It is independent, being in arms, yes, but not too long, he likes to be on the floor and play its games, return the apartment, hiding his balls in the drawers, wade in the sandbox, to embark on the slide even though I barely have time to remember. He laughs often, hiding under my desk and am already looking to the vagaries of Pixar short films on the computer! Yes ... I spend lot of time on the machine, and therefore to remind me to order it from sticking to my chair and opens her arms ... And I had the misfortune to download a small movie, he loves it! He made a
fixette the color orange when he is sick and refuses any dish with this color. But he has a passion for the zucchini, and chipmunks. Being
to 4 feet is not interested since he moves so well on his butt! But yes walk, and when he holds his hands and he can move very proud, he leans his head back, and we look so pleased with himself. He loves to play hide and seek, and we ran after him! He prides himself of giggles when making calls weird ....
His greatest passion is certainly the bathroom: he was born fish, fish it is! It splashes, as I said it drowns everyone nearby! When it's time, he gets mad if you undress fast enough, and throw themselves headlong into the tub if you paid no attention.
This is only a year and yet I feel an eternity!
Imagine all the work that these bits are in such a short time? Emerge from their cocoon, breathing alone understand the universe around them, adjust to the family, to civilization. Learn to sit, eat, make vocalizations, how to run their hands, feet ... learn to walk, talk ... to express their desires, their fears ...
So little man, sometimes I wonder who you become, what you look like, what is your character, your attitude to the world ... I sometimes tell myself that I was very selfish to want you as much in a world that is so threatening, and all our love may be just a very thorough form of narcissism.
And you smile at me, and I funds, and I forget.
That little angel, you're my gift of life. A gift that your father gave me a love that we share.
Grandis well, not too fast. Fulfilled you, and continuing to smile at life like you do every day.
I love you.
