Swiggity-swag.
ThirdSon’s fave quote
So let’s be honest. He’s my favorite child. Just ask him. 😉
Here’s why he thinks he’s my fave… he came out crying thirty years ago. Red, pissed off, scrunched up, and crying. He continued to cry for four years. Not a typo. Four years. He cried for four years.
Four. Years.
(He must have gotten it all out of his system because he is the most chill, peaceful, laid-back soul I have ever had the privilege to hang with. Easy energies.)
But for four years, he and I were besties. He wouldn’t go to anyone else and frankly, no one else wanted him around much either. Understandable. He was crying if I wasn’t there. Crying if I was there sometimes too.
He was crying. A lot.
By four or five years old, he settled into his body and decided sticking around on planet Earth was the plan and he began eating and socializing, sleeping through the night and pooping on his own (long story, don’t ask) and talking. All this to say, the amount of time in crying-mode radically decreased.
Among his first comments as he began to verbalize was “I know I’m your favorite, Mommy” to which I replied, “You sure are but let’s keep that on the DL – you have four siblings and we want them feeling loved and special.” –wink wink nudge giggle —
Him: yep, I’m your favorite
Me: what makes you say this
Him: you always snuggled with me most of the day while everyone else was playing or being with others… it was always you and me!
I’ll admit to whispering to every one of my FiveBeautifulSouls, “you are my favorite!” And it was absolutely true. It’s a mom-thing. Time divides, yes, but Love multiplies. Of course ThirdSon understands himself to be my favorite. I told him so and kept him on my lap much of the day – because he’d cry if I didn’t.
Today, on his 30th birthday, he is charitable, grounded, curious, brave, funny. We all agree that he is the best Christmas gift giver ever, clever and kind. While living in Florida, he continues to text me most days and flies home a few times yearly. Goal-oriented and ambitious, he’s willing to try new and scary things, mess up, get up and try again, and laugh at himself. He is fully inked, arms and legs. He’s working on his shoulders and chest and back yet. He is a masterpiece!
Self confident and full of self esteem, he is an example of Godness and Joy to me. When he wiggled his way into my world, I didn’t know the immensity of amazingness I was going to be experiencing through him.
Swiggity-swag, indeed.
To you, Alex, on the celebration of your 30th birthday. I am deeply thankful you chose me as your Mom, card partner and tennis/pickleball ally. Your presence in my life has made all the difference. Love to you, my favorite child. 😉
Always and forever, no matter what. ❤
Edge-y, joyful, pondering…
Lisa
Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach
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