Three Years of Life
“I fell in love with a little boy and I’ve never been the same since.”
At 8:00 pm MST, our precious little boy will turn 3 years old. Three years ago today we were anxiously awaiting his arrival and our challenge as new parents. These three years have brought smiles, laughter and tears. Marshall entered this world as a little preemie at 35 weeks. I was very quickly allowed to get his first picture within moments of his birth. He was taken to the NICU where he would remain for the next 18 days. While we were glad that he was here, it was gut wrenching to know that we would be going home without our little angel that we had been planning almost since we became a couple. I remember thinking, “OK he’s here, now what do we do?” I was scared to death but happy all the same. All of a sudden, the sun became much brighter and a love that I had never experience before began growing daily. My greatest fear was losing this precious little being. So, minimizing my time in the NICU was of utmost importance, or so I thought. Today, I can say that I would love to have that time back with him as a brand new infant. That was just where I was in my process at the time.
Christmas 2011 has got to be one of the best Christmas’s ever because we were a family and our little baby boy was finally home after 18 days of constant worry about whether or not he would make it. This little handsome guy is, hands down the reason that we’ve been able to make it through some very dark times as a couple, individual and family. Some nights we have both been up crying because we just didn’t know what to do to help him feel better. I would certainly go through all the frustration of the last 3 years just to have our beautiful, sensitive, little superhero son in our lives. I must admit that there are times when one begins to make sense as to why some animals eat their young.
We are now in the very independence gaining and boundary testing toddler years. Sometimes I don’t know whether to choke him or just sit and hold this beautiful little boy that we have both the honor and privilege to call “Son.” As a minority family, the response to his birth from outsiders was less than supportive as a collective majority. You can’t convince these two moms by guilt with religion or any other tactic that we ever made a mistake by creating this little guy.
Whatever your beliefs, I can say this with a very clear conscious when I say that, “God entrusted us as parents with this precious being and thought that he was the perfect little boy to be able to handle any kind of disappointments that comes with being part of a minority family.”
Marshall knows one thing that he loves his mommies and his mommies love him. Really, it’s that simple and what counts.