My Boy, My Dad & His Pop

When we finally decided to have our second child our oldest son was 10 years old. We were young when we had our first and I always knew I wanted another one but the timing was never right. We finally made the decision and our lil man was born in 2009. We have 2 boys, brothers that are 10 years apart. 

It was not uncommon for people to ask me when I was pregnant “was this an accident” or “do they have the same father”  I realize having children 10 years apart with no child in between is not the norm and apparently having children with the same man 10 years apart is rare too, who knew?

This lil boy came into our lives a month earlier than expected and he weighed only 5lbs 6oz. He kept us on our toes then and still keeps us on our toes.  He is a handful and a totally different toddler than our first son.

This boy is funny, he makes me laugh every single day. He is naughty and will deliberately do something then claim it’s an accident. He listens when he wants to and admits when he doesn’t make good choices. He is LOUD, there is no other volume! He doesn’t sit still and he never stops talking. When he loves you he LOVES you! He is so random and has the best memory. He is smart and well above all the children in his class (his teachers have told me) although the director has also told me “this kid, this is a call from the Dean of Students”.  I said yeah, we know! My Husband always says to me “Where did we get this kid”.  He is hard work. He makes me tired. He makes me mad. He makes me happy, but most of all he made me go on.

When my Dad passed away suddenly at the end of 2011, it was such a dark time in my life.  I had lost my father and I was desperately trying to “save” my Mother.  This little boy saved ME.  He was so innocent and just carried on. I had to carry on too, because he was only 2 years old and I had to take care of him, he needed me.  He didn’t know what had happened; he just knew Pop went away. I had to just go on with my daily routine so he would not sense the instability of his Momma. He made me laugh and was always up for snuggles. Even though he had no idea what he was doing for me, he was helping me. He helped me find the light in all the darkness.  

I think the timing of bringing this little life into the world was meant to be. We may not have known the purpose or reason of waiting 10 years as we know it now. That little 5lb baby I brought into the world  had a HUGE purpose and perfect timing for our family. Not only has he helped me but he makes my Mother laugh so much and there were times when I thought she may never laugh again.  My Dad only got to know my son for 2 years but I think he left a little piece of his personality inside this boy. 

It also melts my heart that not only is there a little bit of my Dad within him, but he still remembers him. He asks or says something randomly every now and then. Just yesterday up at my Mom’s house, He asked her “Is Pop here today?” She said “NO”  “But where is he, I miss him”. She said “We all do, Honey, We all do”