I’m in the living room and I hear…“MmmooooommAAAA!!!!!!!!” hollered from the kitchen. I go into the kitchen thinking maybe he’s thirsty or something.
I bend down to his level and ask …“What baby?"Little arms go around my neck, and I think “Awe..he wants to hug me”… Then I realize the little arms are not hugging but pulling me down and I hear ….“I WESTLE MOMMA!!!” in my ears. And so I now find myself watching WWF on Monday nights b/c my not-even-two year old is obsessed with wrestling. His trucks wrestle each other, his hands wrestle each other, and he drags my 70 year old mom on the ground to wrestle her too. My parents are building a deck and have string tied between the stakes to mark the outline of the deck. He assumed this was a wrestling ring and was “bouncing” himself off of the strings. I got in a corner and he got in his corner, my mom (Mamaw) would “ding ding ding” the bell and Caden would charge me and “take me down”.He can tell you what he did at daycare now. “I payed wif Walker. I payed wif Sandi, I payed wif Bayden" (Braden)..etc “What did you play with?”“I payed wif trucks, FIRETRUCK! I payed wif firetruck!” Then proceeds to tell me what a firetruck sounds like. He’s big into Spongebob Squarepants. He wants to watch it all the time. When we say our night time prayers, we always do the “God bless Daddy, God bless Momma, God bless the dogs and everyone in the whole world..Amen”. He usually adds his own at the end. “mamaw papaw”“And God bless Mamaw and Papaw”“and Riey’ and cat”“And God bless Reilley and cat" (Cat is really Addie, my parents cat. Reilley is my first “son”. He lives with his grandparents where he is spoiled big time.) Now he’s adding.. “and Spa Bob and Patick”“And God bless Spongebob and Patrick” Sometimes he even throws the tv in for a blessing. Lol The pictures are from Halloween, his friend’s birthday party (he was wrestling Landon) and at my parents house.Love y’all!! Becca At my parents. He was playing hide and seek w/ his cap.
Wrestling Landon. .."I westle"
Still wreslting Landon...
Jumping. He LOVES to jump in these.
Following his papaw.
Giving me his "flirty" look. lol
Helping Daddy put corn out for the deer.
Caden and Reilley on the hay bale.
Caden on the haybale.
Smiling his sweet smile.
Caden and Walker at a Halloween party. (Walker was a golfer)
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and maybe make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo. David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?", you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people that you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around...and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.
Taken from Children with Visial Impairments Edited by M. Cay Holbrook, Ph.D. Copywrite by Emily Perl Kingsley 1987