mind kisses of my boy

   I realized that my life changed when I had kids, but I realized it really changed when my name went from Tamara (pronounced Tam-ah-rah) to Mom (or Mama depending on his mood). This little boy is my only son, and youngest best friend. I always wanted a daughter and a son when I “grew up”. I was told he was girl when I was 5 months pregnant. I recall crying at the hospital when they told me I was having a girl during the sono because I had already birthed a daughter and didn't want to have a third child. If I was having another girl, I would have to try once more for a boy. Well…when he was born, it was the surprise of my life. I pride myself on raising a young man that is the total opposite of what I didn't have, and I have to say we are doing a hell of a job. He is not only a thoughtful young man, but so caring, and loving. He and I have a history (LOL). When I was 3 months pregnant with him, I left my job and decided I wanted to be home with my daughter and relax during my pregnancy. That was one of the best decision I made in my life. I was a stay at home mom until he started school. During the day while hubby and daughter were away, we grew a bond that will never be broken. He was/is my little homie. I could not go pay my water bill without him wanting to go to. I would often come out and he would be asleep at the door wanting for me. These days he always asks me how my day was, or do I need anything. He will take over the dishes sometimes if he sees me washing them, or  he will try and take over the laundry if he sees me washing clothes. He rubs my hair, and skin---and tells me I smell good and that I am so SOFT. He loves to tell me about his day, and what's going on with him and his friends, and asks for info on girls behavior. He is a question asker. He always wants to know the answer to something if he doesn't know it. He is also protective over his mom. My husband says all the time that our son loves me, just like he loved his mother as a little boy. That touches my heart that even my husband can see his love for me. He is a self proclaimed Mama’s Boy, and will tell anybody that. He knows how to apologize to me when he is wrong. He is the kid that will listen to my every move so I cant sneak out and run to Target without him grabbing his shoes, and saying “MOM CAN I GO”. He is not only a super talented athlete, but a smart one. When he found out about the Nate show invite. He said.

“I am so proud of my mom, she is a good blogger”

Someday he will make one hell of a husband. I actually have his marriage arranged with his preschool girlfriend. Her mom and I plan for them to marry after college. She is a smart, beautiful dancer, and he the cutie dimpled athlete. Am I nuts? Nope. Sorry, any girl worth having all of him has to be on top of her game, and know that I AM HIS FIRST LOVE.

 

(here are his little hands helping me with a project as seen in many posts)

      

   

I would rather wear a tee shirt that says I am HIS mom on the back, and with his number on the front over any name brand. I’m a proud mom.

 

I love you always SON. With all my heart. My love is one that you can never doubt. For you all are my strength, and calm after every storm. When others kick me, or push me down, its our family love that keeps me fighting on. Being your mom is my life’s joy.

love,

mom