My Son's Sense of Confidence

I thought I'd share a humorous story from the past...

One of the things children are often good for is injecting humor into an otherwise dull and/or stressful day. Of course, the entertainment value at young ages is quite high, particularly when they do not fully understand the meanings of words, phrases, etc. and attempt to understand them, use them intelligently, etc.

For example, you can imagine the endless entertainment we got out of our son's mispronunciation of the word "fork." If you can't figure out how he pronounced it, I'll give you a hint: it rhymed with "duck." Slightly adolescent, I know, but we found it to be quite funny. He used to also get the words "what" and "where" mixed up...so you can imagine what it sounded like one time when he walked into the kitchen around age 2 and said what he THOUGHT was the phrase "where the fork?"

And sometimes...kids are entertaining simply for their brutal honestly. Take, for example, one day when Malcolm seemed to be taking an awfully long time in the bathroom. After awhile, I realized he hadn't walked back out of the bathroom, so I peeked in to check in on him, and see him just standing there, pants down, starting at...er...himself. I asked him if everything is ok, and he said yes. But he kept staring. So I asked what he was doing. He contemplated a moment, looked up at me and replied, "I just really like my pee-pee."

It's moments like these that make motherhood really entertaining!

Malcolm

Malcolm arrived in this world to thunderous applause, and he's never expected anything less.

On the night Malcolm was born, my husband, Don, was supposed to be leading a bible study. The entire group came to the hospital when they heard Malcolm was on his way. In addition, my friends Michelle and Heather came, as well as my mother, Don's parents, and a few other people. There were so many visitors, the reception desk ran out of name tags.

While I was pushing, Don was trying to keep from passing out, and the doctors and nurses were doing their work, the crowd gathered in the hall. When they heard Malcolm's first cry, they all cheered. What a reception for such a small human being!

I laugh when I look back on photos from that time, because there is one that, while it is focused on Malcolm, shows me in the background with an absolutely terrified look on my face. It reflects what was going through my mind at the moment, which was: "What have I gotten myself into?" Until 9 months prior to that moment, I had no intention of becoming a mother. In all seriousness, I had allowed for a fleeting thought of *maybe* trying to have kids, and was pregnant before I could give it a second thought. It was almost as if God acted before I could change my mind.

But, when all is said and done...I am so grateful for my little boy. Not only is he an absolutely wonderful ball of joy, but he has also made me a better person. I am convinced that motherhood is what has propelled me forward in maturity. So, while this blog will be greatly about the Marvelous Magnificence that is Malcolm, it will also be about my journey as a mother, and how this little man has shaped me.

I hope you'll stick around for the journey!