I gave birth to my firstborn on February 6th. We celebrated last week, so I’m a little late with my post. When your babies are little and as they grow, your mind doesn’t imagine them as adults. At least, mine didn’t. I hope that means I was in the moment. So much has transpired in 23 years that I can hardly believe I’m a mom to this handsome young adult. I’m grateful to have taken so many pictures over the years to remind me because the time goes by so fast, and my memory can get fuzzy.
I can hear my daughter, Elise, complaining , “How come there aren’t as many pictures of me when I was little?” Well, any mom of multiple children know why. However, the tables have turned because whilst I have many solo pictures of Caleb from baby through toddler years, I now mostly have pictures with and of Elise because she entertains my love of pictures (to a point), but Caleb hasn’t liked taking Caleb pictures for years.
When the radiologist told us we were having a boy, I remember fear jolting inside of me because I only imagined my first child being a girl. I didn’t know if I would be a great boy mom, mostly because there weren’t a lot of men in my family. I was surrounded by girls.
Caleb made being his mom easy. He was so sweet and clingy as a baby initially. Oh, and he was 12.2 pounds at birth, so he was also heavy. He’s always been gentle natured with a kind spirit. I’m pleasantly surprised that he’s turned out to be a diligent, thoughtful, practical, insightful young man who loves to cook. In fact, cooking has been his profession at a fine dining restaurant for a year. I have no doubt in my mind where he gets it. He had 2 beautiful grandmothers who cooked exceptionally. Naturally, my mom passed it on to me.
Being a mom to an adult has been an adjustment for both of us, especially me. He’s still trying to figure out what direction he wants to go in, and I respect that. My husband, Bryan, and I have shared our different paths, and even though the paths had some bumps in the road, look at us now. I believe most parents don’t want their children to suffer unnecessarily. We paved the way for better, so we think, but they need to do things their way to a point because it’s their life.
I am intentional about being a “coach” for my son because as your children go through the different phases in life, parents need to adjust their parenting, However, being a coach to my own child is not intuitive for me. I’m grateful for my older friend reminding me that boys take a little longer, so give them time. I hold onto that, and I do see his progress. I will always be that nurturing coach for my babe.
With that, here are some of my favorite photos of my favorite firstborn throughout his life. Happy birthday, son!
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