Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Look what I made.

On June 3, 1997, I lay in a hospital bed slurping orange popsicles, talking to my buddy Scott and Big Dude, my husband of exactly ten months. I had been given several large doses of something or other that would insure that before the day ended, I would have a baby boy. He was induced because my sister had just given birth to a toddler a few months prior, and I had whined to my doctor to not let me gestate another minute lest the creature inside outgrow me.

He was born exactly on his due date. Little did I know, he would continue to be that predictable and reliable for the next twelve years.

As most mothers, I could write for hours about this child, and I have elsewhere. Today though, I will just say that for all the dumb mistakes I've made in life, and all the silly things I have done...you, Calvin, are the best thing I have ever created or influenced. I give Daddy most of the credit, but you deserve the highest praise for consistently being an outstanding individual. You are a poet, an artist, an athlete, a friend. You are kind, thoughtful, genuine, creative, honest and funny as hell. Your big round head contains only the purest of thought, your heart is that of a lion. Today, at twelve years old, you are one inch shorter than me, and two pounds lighter. Your huge shoes dwarf mine - which really bugs me, because I was hoping to buy you a bunch of really cool boots while we wore the same size and I didn't because we were only the same size for about fifteen minutes.

I love that you're still scared of the dark. I love that you have the vocabulary of a college English professor, but you can't spell "when." I love that the day before the first day of middle school you spent the day playing in a big box like my little boy. I love that you'll learn Rick Springfield songs on your guitar just for me. I love that you are shaped like my Daddy so I get to be reminded of him everyday. I love that you cream kids on the football field, and then reach over and pick them up and make sure they're okay. I love that you are loved by so many people and that your best friend is 67 years old. I love that you don't need braces.

You are the best person I've ever met, and I hope someday to be just like you.

Love, Mom.

11 comments:

  1. What a doll... you can see how sweet he is by that smile!
    Nice creation there, Mom! (Ok...and Dad! :) )

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  2. Oh that was a beautiful post. And your son is beautiful too.

    Well done Penne, well done.

    sniff, sniff (wiping tear).

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  3. thanks for the tears - needed that!
    love him and you too! spanxy

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  4. **sniff**

    What a beautiful thing to have in your life! Good job, penne.

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  5. Beautiful post! Beautiful kid!

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  6. After reading that I think I love him as well. That was very sweet and he sure is the handsome young man.


    p.s. Thank you for dropping by my blog. This is all new to me and I'm not very good at it as you probably could tell. It was going to be private but I guess I'm finally coming out of the closet. I just hope my kids never find me.

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  7. Well done (the writing AND Calvin!).
    Claudia

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  8. Penne, that is priceless and you are the best Mom ever! Calvin and Miles are shining examples of YOU (and I really don't know Doug!;0)!! Love you!

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  9. I am a mother of a nine year old boy. I get exactly where you are coming from. I love how when they were small, we thought they were perfect. And then they grew up a little, and they are even better.
    Very heart warming post!

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