My Dear precious boys,
I have loved you from the moment I learned of your existence. Immediately, so fiercely attached I couldn’t contain my happiness. It poured out of me as if nothing up to that point in my life has ever made so much sense or held so much importance……..
Woe be to the person who ever bumped into me while I was carrying any of you. I would become downright indignant and practically hiss like a snake……yeah, I know, pretty….
Once I knew of you, I was never alone again. And I loved that while I carried you, each of you were all mine. For nine months I didn’t have to share.
My heart swells to the size of Texas when I think of you three. I will forever be umbillically connected even though you’re seventeen, eighteen and a half, and almost twelve. When you’re not with me I can feel your absence as an emptiness in the pit of my stomach…believe me I have this feeling a lot especially now that you’re older……..
As different as you all are, my pregnancies and deliveries were very similar. Dad and I have always remarked on what fun we had the days you each came into this world.
The day you were born your dad screamed so loud I’m sure the entire maternity ward heard it. We believed you were going to be a girl and the best part was the surprise that you were a boy…..ultrasounds were not super clear then and the doctor wasn’t really looking at your “parts” he was checking the important things…..
What an incredibly peaceful baby you were. Thank goodness. You made it so easy on your dad and me. So completely contented, we’d pinch ourselves……and sometimes you….to see if this life we’d been given was real.
When you emerged you cried with a tiny quivering chin for a least five minutes….taking intermittent breaks and starting up again as if you realized this was not quite what you were expecting. My butterball baby who grew up to be a string bean. As an infant there wasn’t one day that you didn’t have smile on your face…once you passed the colicky stage…thank God we all survived that.
You didn’t make a peep when you were born. You looked around like you were completely aware of your surroundings. I’d never seen anything like it. I even asked the doctor to make you cry so that I knew you were okay.
You obliged. I was relieved.
You were by far our easiest baby. Happy to be wherever we were going and when tired, you slept like no other child we’d had before.
As each of you get older my wish for you is that you realized how incredible you are. You are unique and special.
I love you, not because you’re beautiful……..although I believe you are…. and not because you’re smart……….although I also believe you are.
I love you so much because you are mine.
Nothing will ever change that.
As you embark on your separate journeys; Jack to junior college, Cole as a senior in high school and Chris a sixth grader and first year of middle school….I want to instill in you a self confidence so strong that you will be willing to try any new thing presented to you.
Self confidence does not come from thinking you’re better than everyone else. Self confidence comes from knowing you’re not and being willing to try anyway.
“Get big in yourself” is common thing I say to you. Now is the time to exercise that concept. It will not come from material things.
It comes from believing in who you are.
You are worthy, special, and valued.
You were made that way.
I’m so honored to be the mama of three wonderful boys and I’m astounded that someone somewhere entrusted me to do so.
Jack, Cole and Chris, I love you with all my heart and soul,
Karyn Gallagher is a mother of 3 boys, a blogger/writer and a wife who’s been married to the same great guy for 21 years. While her main source of income is hairdressing; her primary objective is to deliver her children safely into adulthood relatively unscathed. She loves to blog because no one gives a rat’s ass what she has to say at home…and luckily no one she lives with reads. She writes what she wants and resides in Southern California.
I’m stealing your line…”get big in yourself”. Such a fantastic credo and fantastic tribute to your 3 boys. Bravo.
Again…Jimmy’s coming and saying stuff better than I can.