He came into this world fashionable late, and fast. I was convinced I was constipated & had a head cold. Little did I know I was actually in labor. I thought for sure I'd have to be induced. I drove myself to the hospital at 1, and he was born at 3:13.
He was perfect. He had dark hair, dark eyes and he stole my heart the minute we locked eyes.
The first few months he was the sweet mommas boy I thought he had to be. You know, because Liberty was SO difficult. She's strong willed, sassy, smart and nows how to work that sweet smile.
But then she turned 4, and everything started to come together for her. I mean, she still throws her average 4 year old tantrum with the best of them,
but she's SO much easier.
Then there's this guy.
and I'm like, "whaaaaat!? Where did you come from!?". Like whoa. This kid. He's grumpy, he's happy, he's crying, he's laughing, he's climbing, he's deystroying, he's running, he's rolling around in the dirt.
I am eating my words with this one. I always thought, you have one hard kid, you have one easy kid. I was convinced that was the way it was. Patriot HAD to be the easy one.
Nope. I've got a difficult kid and a more difficult kid. I mean, maybe it will get easier. But I'm pretty sure, hard headed isn't something you grow out of.
So I have this to say to you moms out there of all boys, I bow down to you. To the moms out there who have those strong willed littles, that test every step you take, keep working at it. There going to break things, climb things, make you want to hide in a closet and eat a snickers bar, this is true. But they will be your biggest accomplishment. They will
push you to do more, be more and push yourself
to your limits. Good luck mommas.