Little A is two years old today!
My middle child is the embodiment of “big things come in small packages.” We call him our spicy one. He has opinions on just about everything and despite not speaking much yet, he always lets you know what he thinks.
He is sweet and cuddly, sensitive and thoughtful, funny and dramatic. He is slow to warm up to new people but quick to win them over once he does. Hugs from Mom and Dad make everything better, but if anyone else gets a hug from Little A, they should feel special–he’s mostly content to watch from a distance.
When I was younger, I wasn’t sure I’d ever have kids, but if I did I always imagined myself having daughters. How else would I connect with them, if they weren’t also girls?
Raising Little A taught me that I don’t need a daughter to have a child with whom I share just about everything. From our loves of peace and order, to wearing our emotions on our sleeves, to the picky childhood eating (that now drives me crazy–sorry, Mom!), Little A is my child through and through. And while I don’t want him to live my life or to project too much of myself onto him, it’s such a joy to experience.
I felt like I knew him from the moment he was born, hospital visits and medical complexities notwithstanding.
And now he’s two; a big brother, ready to start preschool in the fall, showing us a bit more of his personality every day. He’s come a long way from the hospital warming bed in his first weeks of life. I love him so <3
xx Claire