So Mr. Hammie here is taking a bath at Grandma Sheryl's. He likes to stand up and be a goofball during bath time. Sometimes I get so busy with just taking care of him and going through the motions that it seems like time has flown by. When I start feeling like that, I take a step back and really look at Oliver and think.... that is my son!! He has Brandon's eyes, hair, etc. (Ok so everything) but he certainly has my strong attitude at sassiness. Eek!!! This is a scary thought. I am glad that he will be the oldest sibling and I would want him to have a strong attitude. Going back to my original thought.. what a miracle! He was created by Brandon and I. How could someone go through pregnancy , give birth, and doubt that there is a God????? It truly is a miracle from God. Speaking of which:
It scares me sometimes how much Oliver means to me and how precious he is to me that I don't know what I would do without him. I don't try to think about it too much, but I won't lie, the thought crosses my mind every once in a while. Then I am reminded that he will be gone one day and that he is just a temporary gift from God. I have been given the job as "Mother" to raise him the best I can, and then he will leave Brandon and I to start his own family. Yes, I will always be his mother, but he will be on his own one day.
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