Dear David

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Dear David,

I remember the day I fought out I was pregnant with you. I read the test wrong, didn’t think I was, and then took a second look. I was thrilled and scared.

I remember having an ultrasound on my gall bladder, and asking the tech to look and see if she could tell the gender of my baby. She was 90% sure it was a boy. Even though I’d always thought I would only have girls, I had felt since the start you were a boy. I was thrilled and scared. 


I remember your birth: the crazy pain of my only unmedicated labor and delivery. I tried to give up and go home, but you came anyway, fiercely and fast, tearing up my body and my heart. Your little head was so round and covered with dark hair. I was thrilled and scared.

I remember all the sleepless nights, how I nursed you for so long, how I put you in Mother’s Day Out at barely a year because I was so tired, depressed, and shaken. I hope you don’t remember me from then; our life was a little in shambles and I didn’t know where to go. 

I remember your putting together a 60-piece puzzle at two-and-a-half and knowing life with you was going to be wild. You told me at age 4 you couldn’t read, you could just sound out words. I love that you help your friends, read to them on the bus, and have no idea how brilliant you are. I am always, always thrilled and also scared that I am doing the wrong things or holding you back. 

I remember knowing how ready you were for kindergarten but how unready I felt to let you go. 

And this morning, I crawled into your bed and held you before you got up. I kissed and smelled your head. It’s your last day of kindergarten and I am crying because growing pains are hard for Mama. 

I asked you if you were ready for first grade, and in your typical, no-nonsense way, you just answered, “Yes.”

Not surprisingly, I am thrilled and scared. 

One Year

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Dear David,

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On Tuesday, you turned 1! Crazy! I am pretty sure it was about 10 minutes ago that it was last Christmas, and you were being passed from arm to arm until you wanted to nurse. And then arm to arm to sleep.

Cutest little fireman ever!

I don’t even know how to describe your personality. You are giggly and happy a lot of the time. Except when you’re not. You have always been very sure of what you want and never failed to make it known. When you are mad, you’re mad. You will pound things and throw things and wail like your little heart is breaking. This is possibly why you didn’t sleep in a bed until you were at least 3 weeks old.


Right now, you sleep most nights from at least 7:30 to 4. It’s not my favorite time to wake up, but it’s better than 1 a.m. Some nights you make it until 6 or 7, and then I am ecstatic. You usually take at least one long nap and one shorter nap. You are a very light sleeper, which is a little unfortunate, especially since you share a room with your sister. 

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You have had a very healthy year, with just one ear infection and some sniffles here and there. You are maybe on the smaller side, but not from lack of eating. You still love to nurse and do so pretty often, as well as eating a lot of table food. Your favorite is fruit, and you would eat mandarin oranges, pineapple, and grapes until you exploded. I’ve never nursed a baby past a year, so I guess we’re both playing this by ear; but given your enthusiasm for it still, I can’t imagine just cutting you off now.

Carrot mustache!

You have 7 teeth, giant blue eyes, blonde hair, and sometimes I think I see a little dimple on one side of your cheek. You started crawling at 5 months and walking at 11, and at 12 months you’re toddling along with some surety.

You love balls, dogs, cars, your sister, nursing, and shoving everything you find into your mouth. You dislike it when Mama walks anywhere near you without picking you up, being shoved over and choked by your sister, the vacuum cleaner, and running out of food you like.

My sweetie boy, my Doodle Bug, I didn’t think I would ever have a son. But I do, and I love it, and you’re awesome. I wouldn’t trade all the sleep in the world for one of your precious giggles and grins. You are all boy, and that scares me a little, but I look forward to continuing to see your personality develop.

Love you so so much!

Mommy

Serious bliss.

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Be Wise, Be Innocent

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Our precious David,

Yesterday at church, we gave you to God.

No, we didn’t exactly leave you there on the altar, to follow Pastor Myron around. But in front of our church family, we promised to raise you in the church, in a home that teaches you about Jesus and leads by example.


One of the crazy things about families is that children don’t really belong to their parents. They are given from God and they already belong to God. He cares about them even more than their parents do, which is hard to fathom. What we did yesterday was simply symbolic: saying that we agree with God’s plan for you. You are His.

During my pregnancy with you, I couldn’t get these verses from Romans out of my head and heart:

I want you to be wise about what is good, yet innocent about what is evil. The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. Romans 16:19b-20a, HCSB

What more could a mommy want for her baby? In a world where kids grow up so fast, I want you to be innocent. Not so innocent that you are unaware, of course, but so wise about what is good that you cannot give in to evil. I want to teach you what is good, what is right, what is pure, what is noble. I want to impress upon your heart the Truths of Scripture, so fiercely inscribed that you couldn’t get rid of them if you tried.

I believe you are destined to be a great man of God, David. Crush Satan. Lead the way. Do what you need to do and go where you need to go. Serve Him with all your heart, mind, and strength.

I love that these verses refer to God as the God of peace. It is what makes our God unique. Christ came as a peacemaker, not as the warrior the Jews expected.

I will try, sweetheart, to be the best example of Christian love I can be. I will fail. I will yell. But I will love you to the ends of the earth.

Thank you for being my precious one, my son, my cuddle bug. I love you.

Mommy

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Ten Days Old

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Dear David,

Someday, you’ll sleep all night in your own bed. Maybe even on your back.

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Someday you won’t want to nurse and I will miss your intense need to eat every hour and a half today.

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When I thought about having a newborn, the thing I most looked forward to was having someone to snuggle who couldn’t get away. Your sweet snuggles make me blissful. The smell of your head is perfect.

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Someday you might hate your near-Christmas birthday. But for me, it was a blessing to grow alongside Mary and feel her anticipation. And wonder how on earth she traveled on a donkey when she was quite possibly having contractions.

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I love you super-duper much, baby boy. I promise I will try to not rush your newborn phase. I want to live in the now. Remind me of that at 3 a.m.  when even the Miracle Blanket can’t convince you to sleep in your pack-and-play, OK?

Thank you for being such a sweet baby. Being your mommy is a finer thing.

Love,
Mommy