"You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you that is all your own." –D.M. Dellinger

I find myself observing older boys now to see how they play and interact in their respective age groups. I look at 4 year old boys and wonder how Caleb will be when he is 4. I look at adolescent boys and wonder what kind of boy Caleb will be when he is an adolescent. I think about my role as his mom in shaping  and teaching him. It can be daunting to think about. Especially since I don't feel like I have everything figured out.

I hope for Caleb to be kind, compassionate, and loving. I hope for him to be accepting of others no matter what. I hope for him to not judge others. I hope that he has some perspective about how big the world is and how he has an impact on those around him. I hope he doesn't joke about another person's sexual orientation or race. I hope he can be confident and independent without worrying about what other people think. I don't know how he will turn out, but I will love him no matter who he becomes or what he does. Above all else, I just hope to teach him about kindness, compassion, equality and love.  And beauty. Thats a tall order when I have so much to learn myself. He will make his own decisions about the world and what he thinks about things. I am lucky to be his mom to join in for his ride of discovery, growth, learning, and adventure.

11 month old baby.

Now.

22 months old.

I am very blessed to have the child that I have. He is sharp, funny, healthy, smart, and loving. He kisses his toys and animals. He says bye bye to his school and hello to mama's house. He loves his blankets and jumping on my bed. I am blessed to have such a good boy.