Young, Wild and Threeeee

 You were second.

Not in my heart, but in sequence of birth.

Yes, with you, it was different.
There was no much preparation. No pre-natal yoga sessions, no childbirth classes.

I didn’t read any books or check the app every week to see what vegetable you measured up against.

I didn’t take as many photos, didn’t spend every waking moment thinking about the person you would be.

My mind was busier; my hands more full.

The worries of a first-time-mom had faded, and now my thoughts drifted to fears that I wouldn’t be enough for you. I wondered how on earth my heart could ever be big enough, how I could manage to divide my time and energy and love equally enough. I wondered why I ever thought raising one was hard.

And then, before I knew, you were here.
And in an instant, every fear faded.

That magical feeling when you finally see the person you’ve waited for nine months, face to face.

The world stopped for what seemed like hours as I introduced myself and sang you ‘Happy Birthday.’

And that was it. I was yours.

A mom of two. A family of four.

And oh, sweet baby, the lessons you’ve helped me learn.

You’ve taught me how to juggle 1,000 balls without completely melting down.

You’ve taught me that kids truly are resilient.

You’ve taught me to slow down. To savor firsts and lasts, and to focus on what’s really important. To humble down because there are so much still to learn.

You've taught me that a sibling is the best gift we could have ever given our first.

You’ve taught me to chill. To roll with the punches, and to laugh when everything falls apart.

You’ve taught me how absolutely strong I can be, and you’ve given me a confidence I needed to juggle things

But more than anything, my love, you taught me that a heart is absolutely limitless in size.

So, it’s true. You didn’t make me a mother.
But you sure made me a better one.

Happy Birthday - our wild, young, little man!!!