A Month in the Making

October 5, 2009

My son is 25 days old! How did that happen? (Wait…did I say “My son”—CRAZY (happy dance)
Each day I scramble in between feedings to throw on a load of laundry, wash a sink of dishes, put a sink full away, or if I’m lucky get something in my own stomach before the inevitable happens—Oliver is hungry. He’s quite a healthy little eater, a bit of gluten perhaps and expanding accordingly and while he is not a difficult baby—he’s pretty easy--in shear time alone spent feeding him, I am occupied with him all day and night…he eats, he poops, he sleeps, and before long …….he is hungry again.
When Oliver’s awake and attentive, we are so enraptured by him that it is nearly impossible to consider anything else to be of importance. How amazing to meet this little person who is so vulnerable and untarnished by life. He is different every day and yet the same unique individual that I was dumb-founded to meet in the first place. I can’t imagine it being any other way, but I’m stalled by how unusual it is to have such little control over something I created. He is mine, he is Bobby’s, he is his own person—and for that sake, he is just as much his grandparents, aunts and uncles in nature as he is me. There is no way to predict who a person will be with so many ingredients going into a pot…and yet here he is. I’ve taken hundreds of photos and still he is a surprise to me just the same.
He’s amazing, and I hope my presence is as much a gift to his life, as his is to mine. Oliver Stiles Blakley…25 days old with a social security number, a double chin, and a healthy appetite. Stay tuned…for there is more to come!