Wednesday, June 22, 2011

My Boy

Tonight's post is to bring you a feel for the utter sweetness that is my boy, my TRex. Too often, my posts are all about the Dancing Queen, but TRex is just as important and simply a joy much of the time. He is empathetic, imaginative, smart, considerate, and an amazing boy.

Another reason for this post is because I know the Mad Scientist is not going to write the first story down (despite me telling him that is what the baby book is for). I don't want to forget it.

Today it stormed. So during dinner, the Mad Scientist attempted to explain how lightening and thunder occur. He faltered and couldn't explain it, so he asked the kids: "What kind of father am I? I can't even explain the things that a father is supposed to be able to explain." TRex responded "But you can give hugs, can't you?" And that sums up my sweet boy. He knows what matters and he clings to it. He loves passionately and purely. His heart guides him.

Another TRex story is from this morning. I was driving him to school when he asked again about his great grandma (my 85 year old paternal grandma). He said "Mommy, Great Grandma lives in a nursing home now doesn't she?" I said "yes, she does." TRex then asked "she is sick and is not going to get better, is she?" I told him "No, honey, she is not going to get any better." His response was "Mommy, I wish Great Grandma didn't have to get old and sick. I want to play with her again." Of course, I promised to take him to see his great grandma and he is happy about that. But, even at age 4 (almost 5), he knows its never going to be the same.

I could go on and on about how much TRex cares and how big is heart is, but I think you have a feeling for my sweet, sweet boy. As I watched him sleeping in his bed tonight, I thought to myself "how lucky I am to be his mom."


  1. Love this post!!! Such a sweetheart!

  2. Those are the moments we live for!! Thanks for sharing such a sweet story about TRex!!

  3. Precious! He reminds me of my Wyatt.


Having a child with a CHD is like being given an extra sense---the true ability to appreciate life. Each breath, each hug, each meal is a blessing when you've watched your child live off a ventilator, trapped in an ICU bed, being fed through a tube. Each minute is a miracle when you've watched your child almost die and come back to you.
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