It was not so long ago when my son, BoBo, was putting me through a 47 hour labor. You heard me correctly. 47 HOURS! At 6 lbs. 14 oz. and 21 inches long, he was not a big baby at all. I guess he was just reluctant to coming into this world. He liked his safe environment, but we assured him that all would be okay.
When he was born, I took one look at him and knew that he was the most beautiful baby in the world. His labor was a marathon of labors. I had to wonder what sort of child this boy was going to be. It wasn’t long before I could see his independent, certain, and funny personality. He loved motion. When he was in the jog stroller, he would cry when I would slow to a walk. When he learned to walk, he was nearly running by the next day.
Over this past year, BoBo’s personality has been in constant change. He is in the phase of his life where he morphs from boy to man. The teen years are a strange time where there is *never* any food in the house worth eating, he isn’t ever tired, and always seems to need a ride somewhere. He is angry, sweet, stubborn, and gentle. His friends mean *so* much to him that he never seems to be home. It makes me wonder why he fought so hard to stay out of the world, and close to Mama, initially. 47 HOURS!
BoBo still has a few more years in his safe warm home with Mom, Dad and his younger brother. I don’t think he’ll realize the support until he is out in the world. I realize that I can’t anticipate how hard it will be to see him leave the nest. Then it will be time again for a birth; it will be time for him to be born into a new world. As for now, as he moves from Middle School to High School, I’ll enjoy the moments that I do have. I love him and was a proud Mom at his graduation ceremony (eyes welling up with tears and all).