Two years ago today, I was sitting in a hospital room at UNC-Chapel Hill and Charlie , all 4 lbs. 5 oz. of him, was laying in the NICU downstairs from me. How the past two years have flown by, and now we are staring down the terrible two’s.
To an adult, two years isn’t very long. We don’t physically change too much and we don’t really take any huge intellectual leaps, but to a child two years is a very long time! Charlie has gained over 20 pounds and almost 20 inches and has learned hundreds of words. He is figuring out that he has emotions and that there are rules in the the world. He is making friends and only today gained the courage to go up the ladder on the swingset and go down the slide alone.
I am so excited for him and what he has accomplished in the past two years, but I am also sad that he is growing up so quickly and that I am not going to be able to shelter him from the meanness of the world for too much longer. Someone in storytime would not share his truck with him yesterday, and there was nothing I could do about it. My heart just breaks when I picture him on his knees staring at that truck. If he only knew how many “trucks” there would be in his life.
Oh, I just love him so much that words cannot be written to describe the feeling. I really look forward to the next year and what it will bring, and I hope that I can be the mommy that he deserves to have. I pray that Jesus will be on his shoulder at all times guiding him down the right path, and that Charlie will listen as He whispers in his ear.