Dear Kieran,
You were born on a Tuesday morning. It was the end of April, and the weather was as perfect as it gets in Austin, clear and 65 F. I labored for 15 hours and pushed for three. Our labor nurse’s name was Elise.
The doctors had told me a week before you were due to arrive that you already weighed about 9.5 lbs. Two weeks later, when you finally joined us, my firstborn, lovely baby boy, at not even seven pounds or 20 inches, I couldn’t believe it. You were the tiniest, tiniest little human, completely perfect.
And then you grew. And you were the most beautiful baby I had seen in my entire life.
3 months
7 months
1 year
This year, you turned nine. We celebrated in the park with a marshmallow shooter party.
At nine, you like:
- Games – board games, Wizard 101, Nintendo DS, Wii
- Staying home by yourself (for very short times)
- Staying up later than your sister and brothers
- Swimming
- Taking Roscoe for walks
- Dessert
- Cub Scouts
- Diary of a Wimpy Kid
- iCarly
- Movie club at school
- Constantly correcting your sister
- Being the “funny” guy
- Doing jobs around the house for money
- Playing at the park
At nine, you do NOT like:
- Baths (although you liked showers for about a week recently)
- Nail trims
- Sharing a room with Griffon
- Gifts of clothing
- Being late to school
I worry about you. You’re so sensitive. You want so much to be liked, but you have a terrible time fitting in. You’re so smart, but not like the normal (boring) “book smart” kid.
I want you to know it’s okay not to fit in. I want you to know you’re perfect, no matter what anyone says, and that your opinion of yourself is the only one that should matter. But I know it doesn’t work that way.
I wish I could protect your sweet heart from the world.
I love you, my sweet first baby, at 9 and 99 and always.
Love, Momma
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Geez, you have me tearing up for the second time today!
All these bloggers have mushy-lovey mommy-kid stuff……………..
Congrats on your big boy turning 9 and it is definately ok to be himself….he’ll probably be a big boss one day and he’ll call all the shots!
I just want to wrap that nine-year-old boy up and put him in my pocket.
Is that weird?
I don’t mean it to be weird. He just seems like such a sweet boy, such a wonderful boy, such a gem.