Doot and Bing my darlings,
I’m waiting for your Second Birthday slideshow to export and thinking, wow, could it really be two whole years, already? Really? No… really?
I won’t ever forget this night in 2009. Right about now, Dad and I were trying to get a little rest before waiting for you guys to arrive. We were really excited since we knew you were on your way. Okay, terrified too, but mostly excited.
The day you were born I was so sleep deprived and on so many different meds I felt a lot like I was on Mars. So I don’t remember a whole lot about it except that you were so wonderful and you smelled so good and you were so beautiful and so tiny and so perfect. And so very, very mine.
I guess growing up is about you guys gradually becoming less mine and more your own and I’ve decided that’s okay, which is good I think since I have no choice. Every day you learn something new, like how to draw a circle or what yellow is and how it’s different from scratchy or tiny, or that you like puffed rice more than Kix, or how to operate the remote control helicopter. Well, not quite, but impressively close for boys your age. And each new little thing like this stacks up on all those other little things you know and remember and pretty soon, you’re saying things like, “miss Mommy,” when I come home from work and haven’t played with you all day or doing things like sneaking the masking tape out of the junk drawer when I’m around the corner and proudly pronouncing it, “Circle.”
All these little feats of magic add up to one incredible, continuous transformation over time, from being that spark in my heart to that zygote in the petri dish to that fetus in my belly, to those helpless little newborns Dad and I held in our arms, so shakily but so proudly that day two years ago, and now in only two years all the way to this–my big, beautiful boys.
Some tell me I can call you my babies forever, and I probably will. In my heart, I’ll always hang onto the tiny, helpless memory of what you came from, the one that will forever need me, will always be mine. But know too that at the same time, I’ll hold the deepest, most profound gratitude in my heart as I watch you become the boys and in time, the men you were born to be.
Go get ‘em, boys.
Love you forever and always and no matter what,
Mama
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What a beautiful birthday post for your beautiful baby boys. I hope you all have a wonderful day! Happy Birthday
So sweet, Myg…hope y’all have a great day! I’m reminded of this from The Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam:
Your children are not your children,
They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
They come through you, but not from you.
And though they are with you,
they do not belong to you.
Who they become has less to do with who you are, than who they are.
You may give them your love,
but not your thoughts or values.
By your example, you show a way that is yours,
as they search for theirs.
You are the bow from which your children,
as living arrows, are sent forth.
The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and he bends you with His might,
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending, in the Archer’s hand,
be steadfastly true to yourself.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so too does He love the bow that is strong and stable.”
Myg, *snotsob* that was…such a beautiful,beautiful letter. You are such a talented writer. And Doot and Bing are so luky to have such a wonderful, loving Mama.. Happy Birthday Boys we love wathing you grow, and bringing smiles to us.
Thank you ladies! So hard to believe how fast it goes, right?
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happy birthday (a little late but you know how i roll) to the myglets! who have the most awesomest mom (and dad) ever.
xo
Oh Myg….you do have a way with words. What a beautiful message for your boys to always treasure. You know I wrote letters to my kids when they were super wee and I have gotten out of the habit. I think I need to re-think that. Your boys are precious and you are such a great mom to them….don’t ever, ever forget that. Mwah!
OMG so sweet!