Sometimes when I think about your tiny years, I cry.
Partially because I miss you.
Those years flew by.
Partially because I expected too much and looked forward to your 'next' rather than living in your nows.
You were new and exciting and always ahead of the curve. It was easy to do.
Partially because I shared your time with the needs of a newborn.
I was tired. I expected too much. You somehow obliged.
And partially because I was young and cared what everyone thought or expected from us. (you and I, that team we had formed)
I don't think I did a bad job, as your momma, thus far--
Joy seeps from your pores and you glow wherever you go.
Almost daily I am complemented on the boy that you are and constantly I feel pride in the fact that I cultured that.
But I know it is my words and actions, as your mother, that will stay with you through the years to come and I do wish there were a few days I could delete.
Probably the one that I beat myself up over the most came before you were even two.
friend Kimberly and I had signed you and Cambrie up for swim lessons and yall hated it.
difference between Kimberly and I, is that she disciplined like the Super Nanny saying things like, "you're being naughty" in a soft and
sweet voice, and I said things like, "knock it off!" through a glare that
could shatter glass. You cried-- loudly-- the entire
time-- and fought to get out of the water like a cat; while everyone
Cambrie also panicked-- crying, but much quieter-- while
sinking her teeth into Kimberly's shoulder over and over... but no one
but she and I had any idea.
My shoulder was spared the trauma but my ego was destroyed.
remember going to Michael's afterward and you both not wanting to sit
in the buggies-- Kimberly quietly obliged and sat her to the ground--
while I fought you through tears. I thought I would win. I had to win. I needed to show you at 23 months that I was the one in control.
Although the word control was opposite of what I was.
Embarrassed and enraged, I finally took you to the restroom and spanked you-- while passionately telling you just how terrible you were.
Those feelings are more than I can handle to relive now-- as I can still see the look of fear in your tiny face. You were just a baby. And I have never hated myself more.
I used that day to be better; to never get to that place again.
I only shared it with a few friends that I knew loved me and wouldn't judge me-- and your dad, who has always credited me more than I have deserved.
Unfortunately, I have also used it to beat myself up over the years.
Today, I feel the need to apologize to you Maddox because you were my learning curve.
I rode you when we went to Gigi's. It never failed that you let her dog out or left your food in a place that she could
eat until she vomited, spilled a drink on her floor or teetee'd in her bed when we stayed the night.
I gave you anxiety when we grocery shopped because people were watching me and expecting perfection. And when you were unable to give me that, we left. Mad.
I wanted you to use your manners. I wanted you to impress the people around us. --I felt that was a direct reflection of me.
I was a ball of anxiety, and I let you share it with me.
There came to a point where the only time I was 100% comfortable and happy was when we were home-- when the walls were down and the eyes were off of us, and no one had their score card out waiting for us to fail.
I can read back through this blog and know that many of my thoughts of sadness are just mirages.
I loved you before I met you, became obsessed with you after your first breath, and have enjoyed your journey more than I can put into words.
I just wish it hadn't taken Kindergarten to show me how tiny you are, and how fast these days are fleeting.
I wish I had let you throw more fits, and make more messes, and push more boundaries.
I wish I had hindsight, then, and would have loved our bad days as well as our goods.
I wish I would have known that a bad day as a toddler was not going to mean a bad week, year, or life-- and a failed dinner at Chilis didn't mean you were going to grow up and be a serial killer.
I said many times that I "didn't care for three" when you were there, but the truth is, I was wrong.
I love three. Adore it, actually.
Unfortunately I had to share your year of three with Beckham's first year of life and one day you will know just how much work that first year entails.
I was a 3 hour milk machine, diaper changer and non-sleeper. I was emotional and tired and always chasing my tail.
You were beginning to find your own, as that what three is all about.
Three is persistent, and busy, and ornery, and head strong, and assertive. Three is about pressing the boundaries.
I wish I had known it was normal then.
I wish I had let you be.
Maddox Payne, you are an incredible little human. I adore the air you breath and each step you take.
You are so positive, joyful, and full of life. You are sensitive, and thoughtful and such a caretaker. You love to laugh and cuddle and be a friend.
I would not change a single thing about you.
And although you are just a tiny guy, I already feel like you will be an incredible adult... an amazing dad... and an outstanding husband.
And I know you will always be my friend.
Thank you for being my guinea pig. Thank you for letting me mess up. Thank you for trying so hard. Thank you for loving me back.
My very favorite part of my morning each day, is watching the way you skip into school, with a smile plastered from ear to ear.
very favorite part of my afternoon is watching you and your brother reunite
like you haven't seen each other in years. Beckham adores you with
unconditional love, and I know you feel the same for him.
Thank you for showing me that I shouldn't control everything--
Not color-coding my closet has cut my laundry time in half...
and your mismatched pajamas and character tshirts sure make you happy.
Last night I was looking through old pictures and crying like a crazy person, so I crawled into your bed and rubbed your little face and told you all these things myself.
You told me this morning that God spoke to you last night and asked me if that was weird.
It wasn't weird, tiny boy. It was just what your momma needed.
You have always, and will always, be exactly what I need.
All of my love--
Forever and always,