He is my WILD CHILD. He made me a mother. He is certainly not the easiest kid, I am sure of it. However, he is my sweet boy. The one who leans over to me and tells me “I uff you!”. The one who seems to only want to please, and is heart broken when he doesn’t. He is a tester of his limits, of the boundaries being set for him.
As he sees my belly grow bigger, he gives it a hug and kiss and tells me that he is excited for baby brother. I have this nerve in my stomach as we approach the end of this pregnancy. The nerve flashes from excitement to a small hint of sadness. This sweet boy, right here, has been all I have known in my course of Motherhood, for the last 3 years. He has been my only child. I have poured my heart and soul into him and it is so hard for me to imagine being able to give this amount of love to any other person. I KNOW, I KNOW, every mom says this when they are adding to their family. Just as I didn’t know what this love would feel like, prior to being a mother; I know, I have no clue that I will be able to love another sweet boy to the same magnitude that I love this one, right here.
I am excited for this – yet nervous. I pray every night that I can show my children how much I love them, daily. That neither of them (or any in the future), will ever feel less than ALL I have to give to them. I love you Russell. and I love you Baby #2. We can’t wait to meet you and give you all the hugs and kisses that have been being given to my belly. I can’t promise I will be perfect, but I promise I will always try my hardest to be the best mother I can be to you.