My Sweet Monster

My Monster is growing up.

photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)
photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)

He’s growing everyday, and honestly I hate it. He no longer has a “baby voice.” He’s slimming down and losing the baby fat. He can hold a real conversation with me- and can ask these questions that really make me think. He’s an unbelievable human, and will be such an assets to this world. Some days I feel like I’m barely holding my head above water; and then this sweet boy walks up, kisses my forehead and says, “I love you” completely, and totally unprompted.

My Monster is growing up.

photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)
photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)

He started preschool in early August. PRESCHOOL. My heart aches at the fact that he’s old enough to even be in a schoolhouse setting. Granted, I feel that he’s at the best school for him. He’s had a great couple of weeks there. But- man oh man- I hate knowing that this sweet little boy, who was just growing in my belly four years ago, is growing up and I just don’t feel like my heart can keep up.

I don’t really know where this post will take me…but I have so many feelings going on in my heart and head that I needed to get them out. I don’t even know if I can articulate the feelings I have. I just needed to put my fingers on the keyboard and try to sort out the feelings of watching this gift I’ve been given slowly begin to move away from me. You know the goal of any parent, is to have children and mold and shape them into humans who will be productive members of society. I just had no idea how fast this journey was going to be. People say, “Oh it goes by so fast!” Well, until you’re actually in it- you have no idea how fast it actually goes.

photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)
photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)

I see so much potential in my little Monster. I am seeing how our tough love has shaped him into a boy who listens and respects adults. I am seeing fewer tantrums and seeing someone who actually cares about others. I am seeing a boy who will apologize without being told to when he’s in the wrong. Now…I’m not saying that he’s perfect by any means. He’s three-and-a-half. He still has meltdowns. He’s still egocentric; he still needs Momma.

photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)

He still needs his Momma.

I am so thankful that The Lord saw fit to grant my prayer and give me a baby boy in 2013. I will be forever grateful that we’ve been entrusted to help guide him in this crazy world. I am forever in love with a brown-eyed boy who helped mend a broken heart after the heartbreak of losing his sister, and the heartache of losing my Mamaw 28 days before his arrival. He is the most precious thing…and I am so, so thankful that Monster is mine.

photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)
photo by: Rebekah T Photography (www.rebekahtphotography.blogspot.com)

 

(I also wanted to give a special thank you to Rebekah Travis, with Rebekah T Photography.  She offered a Back to School session through Monster’s Preschool.  I love getting pictures taken of my little family, they’re such an investment, and I can’t pass up any chance to have photos taken.)

Thanks so much for sticking around and for always letting me share my thoughts and heart with y’all.  You reading this and leaving comments means so much, I am forever grateful for your love and support!

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