…until our little guy arrives. It’s a boy by the way:)
We are officially freaking out! I’m not a particularly religious person but I find that I’ve literally started to pray every.single.day that we are good parents. I pray that if all else fails—that at least we successfully keep our baby alive. That was a joke, but said with a bit of seriousness.
Does anyone else feel that when you’re on the verge of becoming a parent, you all of a sudden become extra forgiving of your parents? Maybe it’s just me but I don’t know how my parents did it. I’m not even in full-time parenting mode and here I am having a full on spazz attack!
I find myself driving home from work looking at kids and their friends walking home from a high school that is very close to our house. You see the groups of kids walking together and NO ONE is talking, they are all looking on their phones. Then you see the group of kids on their skateboards being dare devils on the sidewalk. The kids with blue and pink hair marching to the beat of their own drum and everything in between. It then makes me think how I’d like our son to grow up. I hope is that he is this….
Dear baby L,
I hope that you laugh a lot. Seriously, I hope that you find the positive in everything–even when it’s hard to. I hope that you take chances even if we don’t understand them at the time. I hope that you are outgoing enough to be friends with ANYONE and that you don’t get caught up in being ‘cool’ or that you end up ‘feeling alone’. I hope that you make wrong choices–but please, not the I think it’s cool to play chicken in the middle of the road kind of choice. I hope that with each wrong choice you make it teaches you an invaluable lesson. I hope that you learn to always stay humble and kind. I hope that you wake up each day and Carpe Diem the crap out of it!
I could go on and on, but my final wish is that you think it’s pretty freaking awesome that you have two amazing mom’s who love you so much and will always, always be there for you.