RyLeigh Eoan was born 6 years ago today. Sweet Man and I have been blessed to be in attendance at both of the grands births. I hope we don't have any more because I don't know if I could go through watching my darling girl in that much discomfort again. It hurts me too bad.
Yes, yes it is an awesome beautiful moment, blah, blah, blah, but for a Mom watching, it still hurts. Just my opinion and I'm sticking to it.
Ry was a squirmy bit of work when he made his appearance. Very active, very animated. I swore on his birth that since he had stolen mine from me I didn't have to have any more. So I have been in suspended birthday animation for 6 years. Mind now it hasn't kept me from aging but finally the onus is off of me on this day and where it should be...on the kid.
Here is a RyLeighism for you from this morning. Upon awakening, he said he wanted to make sure that I put his chocolate cupscakes into his backpack for his party at school today. I told him no I couldn't, but his Mom would bring them when she went to school this afternoon. He said oh dear, will it still be my birthday then? Gotta love it.
From his Papa and I he will get a loud, obnoxious Tonka tractor with a front end scraper blade and a trencher on the rear, more sidewalk chalk paraphanalia, presents of unknown description from his Mom, an ice cream cake and much love from his family and friends. As it should be.