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This is me and my middle child, otherwise known as child number 3.
He has an incredibly gentle nature and an amazing capacity to love. He’s exactly like his father.
When I went into the hospital for an extended stay when I was pregnant with the twins he was 18 or 19 months old. He didn’t give anyone an ounce of trouble. He continued to smile and be obedient. He didn’t throw fits. He took his naps when he was supposed to and went to bed when he was told it was night time. He even endured coming to the hospital each day to see that woman (me) who had to lay in a bed all day with all of these wires attached to her stomach, even though it was apparent the visits were not high on his list of fun things to do.
When the babies came home from the NICU they required a ton of attention from me. I tried valiantly to give all of my children the attention they needed, but Garrett has always been the least demanding and patient one. So, once I had taken care of the twins and the girls and it was his turn, most of the time the cycle started over again, his turn thwarted, and it was back to the twins. He never complained.
I couldn’t have asked for an easier child. I never once had to worry about him getting into trouble. Writing on the walls. Cutting hair. Climbing up on objects that were dangerous. He was always just around, willing to help, with a smile.
That smile however, would (and still does) turn into a 1000 watt bulb when his dad walked into the room. For the most part (I was jealous, too), I was so thankful that Garrett had such a strong relationship/bond with his father. He certainly did not get all that he needed/desired from me. My arms were always full with someone else. I can’t tell you how sad that makes me. I can see now that in just trying to survive, in many ways I let Garrett slip through the cracks. I didn’t cuddle and kiss and love him up as much as much as I should have. I was so busy feeling pulled in all directions that I didn’t stop and focus on that one child that hardly demanded anything of me.
So, now, when he directs his 1,000 watt smile at me, I feel like I’ve literally been given a gift. I am so grateful that he is willing to share a little bit of what he shares with his father with me.
For Mother’s Day, Garrett, along with the other kindergartner’s at his school performed a little program for their mother’s. During the performance he looked at me almost the whole time and flashed me that 1,000 watt smile more times than I can count when I’d catch his eye. I felt like my heart kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. I know that I’ll never forget those moments that we shared from across the room or how they made me feel.
I really am lucky. It’s moments like those that make me so incredibly glad………so incredibly joyous to be a mother. Not just any mother though, his mother, their mother.
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