since he's so new to the whole baseball experience we were all there for him, cheering him on and shouting "run home!" we might have even shed a tear or two when he made an out for his team! HE did SO GREAT! and i think im finally getting the whole 'soccer mom' concept. no, seriously. i don't think i could have been more happy/excited/proud of watching my little boy play on a team.
from team pictures, to parading, to the final "go team" rally, it was such a magical day....
with his birthday the next day, Saturday also happened to be the date of my heart's annual meltdown. happens every year (see archives). got in my car that night to pick up some balloons for the big 6 birthday when it all hit. my high from the day turned from warm, happy feelings to bittersweet, indescribable tears. he's getting so old, and so big. and this precious season will soon be over.
i sat there sobbing in the Toys R Us parking lot thinking back to those first weeks of his life.. you know, when time actually felt like it was on my side. possibly during those 10-12 feedings a day, or when i thought he would never grow out of colic or be able to crawl or walk. (remember how you couldn't wait to experience every new milestone with your firstborn?!)
i sat there sobbing in the Toys R Us parking lot thinking back to those first weeks of his life.. you know, when time actually felt like it was on my side. possibly during those 10-12 feedings a day, or when i thought he would never grow out of colic or be able to crawl or walk. (remember how you couldn't wait to experience every new milestone with your firstborn?!)
but it was also during that season of life i made a pact with myself.
he was maybe 2-3 weeks. it was 3am-ish and i was up watching Crosby show reruns to keep myslef awake enough to nurse. at first i loathed every minute of those middle of the night feedings, but then after about a week of the Crosby show/nursing routine i began to feel thankful. just me and him in the wee hours here. i remember thinking, surely, im going to miss this one day.
i should really savor this. this year, this month, this week, this day, this sweet moment. it's all going to add up to a childhood gone by.
six is here. six is now.
im savoring ....
and i think my heart might burst.
six is beautiful.
Happy 6, Ev!
im savoring ....
and i think my heart might burst.
six is beautiful.
Happy 6, Ev!
If I had enough money, I would print out your entire blog. Just sayin. I know I say it EVERY time, but... You write SO BEAUTIFULLY, CHRISTINE!!! And gorgeous job documenting Evan's baseball game. Oh, yah, and I totally teared up a bit too when you wrote how you went to go grab his balloons and sat in your car when it all hit you. I, too have THEE HARDEST time accepting that my kids GROW!! My dad always tells me that it beats the alternative. ;) xoxo
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet tribute to your boy. Happy birthday Evan! (I love being a baseball mom, too.)
ReplyDeleteAwww so sweet! Can't believe 6 is here - Kinders, baseball, it is going soooo fast!!! Happy Birthday Evan!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiufl post! Happy Birthday to your son!
ReplyDeleteSo SO sweet! Hope to see you at the baseball fields this spring :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and beautiful writing :) I love reminders to savor every moment. They will surely be gone too quickly.
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