In the words of Brantley...

Brantley and Craig were on their way downstairs to the man cave and this is the conversation that took place...

Brantley to Craig:  Don't fall down stairs like Mommy.
Craig to me: Did you fall down the stairs?
Me to Craig: Yes, the other day. (I missed a few steps while walking down the stairs in front of Brantley and it apparently left a lasting impression on him.)
Me to Brantley:  Stop being such a snitch, Brantley!
Brantley to me: I not a fish!

Praying with Brantley

I feel so heartbroken for the families that lost their loved ones last week. I can't imagine what losing a child must feel like and in such a senseless, evil way. It breaks my heart to see the faces of the children who were killed and think of how terrified they must have been in those final minutes on Earth.

Craig and I were talking about it this weekend and I asked him if he had ever said his prayers with Brantley. He hasn't and I told him he should the next time he puts him to bed. Because he will never feel closer to God than having Brantley's forehead mashed against his, hands folded over his and hearing his sweet little voice saying, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep." We then pray for specific people who Brantley feels compelled to pray for (which sometimes includes Santa and deer and consistently includes Uncle Jake and my cousin Steve).

If I really thought about what his world will be like in five, fifteen, twenty years, it would terrify me. I want to keep his innocence and wonder in tacked for as long as I possibly can.

In the words of Brantley...

Tonight on the way upstairs to put the boy to bed he says to Sadie: you coming upstairs Saie? I proud of you.

Brantley's First Day of his New School

Brantley started his first day of his new school today.  It was a hard day...for both of us.  I could not wait to pick him up this afternoon.  Seeing his reaction to me walking in the room to pick him up was both the sweetest thing and the saddest thing he has ever done.  He bolted up from the couch he was sitting at during story time and sprinted towards me saying "Mommy, Mommy!"  And then when he reached me he just lost it with tears.  Almost like he had held it in all day and finally felt like he could just let it all out. 

I can't even begin to describe how much I love this little boy. I worried about him so much today.  I know it will get easier for him and we will both adjust to this new routine but today was tough. 

Opinionated

<p>While I was putting on my bra this morning Brantley grabs another one off the floor in my closet, brings it to me, and says, "No Mommy, wear this one."

Love him.

I love this kid more than anything in the whole world. The end.

Happy Mother's Day!

 

Motherhood changes you.  It makes you better.  You really learn what it means to put someone else before yourself 99.9% of the time (because that .1% that you put yourself first is what keeps you sane).  I don't know what I did to deserve to be this munchkin's mom, but I'm grateful.  At the end of the day my main goal is to make sure he knows how loved he is.  I couldn't imagine this life without him.