Number One

My firstborn, here to be called Number One, is feeling a bit left out because he is the only one in the family that has not yet been blogged about. So here goes....

Where do I start? He was the child who introduced me to motherhood, and hence, taught me the meaning of true, instant, unconditional love. I saw a plaque once that read: I never believed in love at first sight until the day that you were born. That is how I felt when I first saw him. I always thought I understood how much my parents loved me, until the moment the doctor laid him on my chest...and I realized that until that very moment I really hadn't had the slightest clue. No amount of imagining comes anywhere close to that feeling.

As far as babies go, and even toddlers, he was darn near perfect. Hated to be dirty, wouldn't put things in his mouth that didn't belong there, didn't like climbing or anything else too adventurous or dangerous, and only had to be told once to stay out of the kitchen cupboards. He was almost too good. He got over it! Ha, Ha

He is a senior in high school this year. Totally scary. He and I,...oh, and Dad too...have gone through some struggles to get him here. School does not come as easily to him as it did to me, and there were a few years in elementary school that I thought it might kill us both, but he keeps plugging along.

He is creative and funny. Loves art and humor, dragons and kokopellis. And, as became very apparent to us at his 17th birthday party, where he and his friends were making s'mores and singing showtimes, he's a theater geek. Interesting how kids end up with such different interests than their parents. But then, my Grammie did community theater...he must get that from her. (sudden epiphany on that one)

I'm not sure what career field he'll head into, not sure he's certain either, but this I know...he will be a good dad! He has so much patience with little kids....always has....and they just seem to love him. He'll be one of those dad that's always playing with the kids, because he'll always be a bit of a kid at heart.

He's a good kid with a good heart!....a gentleman....even a good brother....when he feels so inclined. (hee,hee) And he's not too grown or embarrased to kiss his mother goodbye in public. (gotta give him extra credit for that) Overall, I'd say I got pretty lucky in the kid department...and it all started with Number One.