I am not a morning person…and yet, this Saturday morning I woke up at 6 AM, went into The Wyatt’s room, scooted him over in bed and held him for a while. Wyatt has always been a cuddler. Me? Not so much.
Wyatt sunk into his bed a little lower and nestled into me. I closed my eyes and held him a little tighter. I breathed in deeply, smelling his Old Spice Swagger Shampoo…so very different from that little baby head smell of the past.
I have the privilege of having a unique relationship with each of my sons. This guy? I felt The first flutters of life in my womb with this child. Being my first, he is the first to experience ALL my inadequacies and mistakes at parenting. Some days I know he knows the jig is up….I have no idea what I’m doing.
How lucky am I that he has the ability to love me anyway. The Lord made this child to be a caring, sensitive, funny, and forgiving child. Most days when he sees me struggling, he jumps in, and hugs me…the cuddler that he is.
Will and I look at him sometimes and laugh because if ever there was to be a combo of two of the most differing personalities you could find, Wyatt would be it. So much of Will and so much of myself combined into a fine young man.
Holding my Wyatt now does not make me long for days of the past, but yet, excites me for his future adventures and all that is to come.
He is an exceptional young man and I am forever thankful that the Lord entrusted him into our care.
Happy Birthday my Wyatt.
