Monday, August 13, 2007
Take Good Care of My Baby
Somehow I woke up this morning the mother of a kindergartner. Not because I was ready, not because I wanted to be, but just because life happens whether you're ready or not. I don't think I'm ready. When I went in to wake Dallas up this morning all I could think was "he's so beautiful." Those were my first words after he was born. For some reason, while I was pregnant with Dallas, I had a real fear of him being an ugly baby. Don't ask me why, but I was just worried that I might think my own baby was ugly. But the minute he was born, and I took my first look at him, all I could say was, "he's so beautiful." And I kept on crying, and saying it over and over again. So much that Travis was laughing at me, and couldn't believe that I was so surprised that he was a beautiful baby. But he was, in my eyes, the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen. I've looked back at those baby pictures and laughed a little at the fact that he really looked like most babies, but I didn't think so at the time.
So now to have to send my beautiful baby out into the lone and dreary world is very hard for this mother. Don't worry about Dallas, he's ready. He didn't even want to hold my hand as we were walking into the school, but when we got closer to the school he did hold my hand, and I think there was an inkling of trepidation. Then he saw his buddy Spencer and proceeded to play on the playground and get all sweaty and dirty before school even started. I have a feeling he won't have a hard time making this adjustment at all.
I know there are some of you out there doing the exact same thing today, so give me a call, and lend me your shoulder, because I'm sitting here crying just a little, and hoping and praying that they take good care of my baby.