I often feel as if I have been absent from Boy Wonder's toddler years and preschool years. He's my oldest child yet he's the one I've spent the least amount of time with since his birth. I went back to work when he was 10 months old. At 17 months, he entered Early Intervention and I found myself unexpectedly pregnant with THE DIVA. At 2 years, 1 month and 5 days he was diagnosed as having severe autism and we threw him headlong in to therapies, day in and day out. At 3 years old, he boarded the school bus for the first time, came home got off the school bus and I had a therapist here waiting for him. Right after the THE DIVA'S 1st birthday, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant with Sweet Baby Girl. (Yes I see the pattern here. No it will not be happening again.)
So since Boy Wonder's been 17 months old, he's been in therapy and I've been popping out babies like tic-tacs. The little girlies are always here and always making their presence known. I feel as if I don't often to get to just be his Mommy. I'm always his advocate, therapist, coordinator, etc. but just Mommy doesn't happen often.
Yesterday, when the bus dropped him off, THE DIVA was off at camp and Sweet Baby Girl was napping. Boy Wonder wandered over to the front steps and sat down. Instead of rushing him inside like I normally would, I sat down next to him. He put his head on my shoulder and smiled. And I sat and just enjoyed the feeling of his still small body pressed up against me and just enjoyed being his Mommy.