*photo by H. Kurtz Photography
This precious face is my youngest son! He is ALL boy. He tears around the house like a bull in a china shop and is a no holds barred kind of kid! It's all or nothing with my sweet Izaiah!
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But this kiddo will be the one who sends me to the looney bin. PUH-lease don't misunderstand me...he was completely a GIFT from GOD and I do not take that lightly. In April of 2008 when the judge finalized our adoption I was as giddy and teary as I was giving birth to my other two children.
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But I'm not sure if it's because our DNA doesn't match or if I am just getting old but I can't seem to predict his next move like I could my other two. And because of this I am usually ready to pull my hair out...and in the next breath I am smooching all over his little face!
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Well, yesterday was his first day of school. This is his second year leaving on the bus early in the morning and not getting back until after lunch so he was excited! I was excited...not that he was leaving but that he was looking forward to something that was going to give me a chance to breathe, go to the bathroom, have a complete thought or chat with my mom without wiping soup off the dog, disguising the flying-hot-wheels-dings in the cabinets with marker, discouraging swinging from the light over the breakfast table or getting a drowning "Blankie" out of the toilet.
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Yesterday, this child that I fought with about coming inside for dinner, taking his shoes off @ the door, NOT searching God's green earth for his winter gloves because his handlebars were cold @ 6:45 am (yes, we ride bikes before my heart is awake!), staying in his crib, not making the nick in the drywall a gaping hole with his fingers...this precious little man barelt looked back as he hopped up the steps with his Dr. Seuss backpack.
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He not only started school without a tear...
He had an awesome day (said the note in his backpack)...
He rode his bike without training wheels for a significant distance...
And for the 1st time EVER, he didn't need his "boo" (pacifier) at bedtime!
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I will never forget the day the social worker put his 14 lb body in my arms. This malnourished, precious 9 month old who had cried himself to sleep on her chest was never going to leave my arms again. I didn't know that then. But God did!
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So, Izaiah's yesterday was HUGE!
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Honestly, (although in the moment I will deny saying the 1st part of this sentence! LOL!) I don't care if he paints the TV with peanut butter, he is such a precious gift who was chosen specifically for our family and I cherish EVERY moment with him!
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Happy 1st day of school little buddy...sorry it's a day late...you kept me kinda busy yesterday, thank you!
I LOVE YOU!
11 comments:
Hello! I haven't been to your site in a long time, but we know you have been very busy! You captured what I have been feeling, having not to watch my own child get on the bus to a new school. I think I'm scaring her as she sees me trying to hold back the tears thinking about it. I know she will be OK it's me that's a hot mess. Thanks for the sweet post....
Isn't it funny how kids can drive us off the deep end one second, but yet the next we just want to hug them and never let go?!?
Hopefully school will continue to be a great experience for your little guy - with such a rough start to life, he definitely needs it!!
He is soo cute Michelle! Happy he did well on his first day! He definitely sounds a bit rambunctious, which isn't always a bad thing.
But painting the TV with peanut butter? omg, I would die.. lol
Lovely post Michelle! God bless you and Izaiah!Peanut butter? if that were a possibility, I would ban it form the house! LOL
Lovely piece about little Izaiah! I have sweet memories about my two sons' first days at school, as though they happened, yesterday. Little boys are comical little things--I find myself smiling to myself thinking about one thing or another mine did or said.
Your blog is like a refreshing breeze after reading some of the other blogs.
...first time poster.
My little buddy....That little boy is a Blessing to ALL who come into contact with him. His toothless smile is captivating, his giggle intoxicating and his energy is exhausting. Yet as his Mom so eloquently stated...God chose his place and it is in My heart as well as many others!
I loved this post, but I gotta say, I think the title needs an adjustment. :) Technically true that you are the "adoptive" mom, but you are just his mom. First and foremost, regardless of how he came into your life. What a lucky little boy and how luck for you and your family to have him. Enjoy the quite days of school and rest up for the after school times!
Интересно написано....но многое остается непонятнымb
Интересно написано....но многое остается непонятнымb
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