To my son,
Thank you. Thank you for choosing Dadda and me to be your parents. When “they” say long days and short years is what parenting is all about, they weren’t kidding. In many ways it feels like eternity ago that you were born and taken away from me minutes later. In many ways, it feels like yesterday. But today, you are all mine, ours, and I haven’t stopped holding onto you since we took you home from the NICU, for the second time….
You are VERY curious. You have such a zest and love for life, that I too learn how to appreciate the simple things, because of you. You teach me to slow down, and love a grain of grass, a piece of paper on the floor, you want to know about it ALL, and you examine it ALL.
You are also NONSTOP. If I never have another preemie again, then I know you came early because of who you are. You are happiest when you are roaming free. You squeal with excitement and snort as you crawl through the house, or stand on anything and everything. From the moment you wake up, until the moment you go to sleep, you are wild, you are free.
You are happy. Not just any kind of happy though, more like INSANELY happy. Sure you have your moments, like when we try to wipe the boogies from your nose, but overall, you are full of joy from your every fiber.
You are stubborn. If you don’t want to eat, you don’t eat. You love to throw your food on the floor and then see where it landed. You also love to fight me when I try to feed you like the neurotic preemie mom I am. When you go through your “anorexic baby teething phases”, I cringe until they are done. You aren’t a “jerk” by any means, but you put it all out there. If you are tired, YOU ARE TIRED. If you’re happy, you’re a ball of energy. If you don’t want something, there is no breaking down your guard. You know what you want, and you don’t get persuaded easily.
You are loved. Never have I ever known someone with such a HUGE tribe. I have to believe it’s because of your start. You came crashing into this world, all 4 1/2 pounds of you ready to make the news. And you did. You had people cheering you on through your entire NICU stay, and those people STILL ask and love on you all the time. If you grow up and become the mayor of somewhere, or better yet, the PRESIDENT, I wouldn’t be surprised for a minute. Your smile when someone you love walks into the room is priceless. You are loved, you are love.
You are one. As hard as it is to believe, you are almost one. This time last year I wasn’t even aware I was having you. I was given a steroid shot about just before midnight on March 9th, and then when they took me off of the magnesium, your preterm labor came into FULL EFFECT. It was then that I knew that I had to put my big girl pants on, and become a mother prepared or not, that’s what it’s all about it. All of it, in this roller coaster of life. NOTHING can prepare you for parenthood, and nothing could prepare me for the indescribable love I have for you now, and forever.
Thank you. Thank you again for choosing us to be your parents. Life has new meaning, the days are more full, and I have more purpose, as your mama. Happy first birthday Parker Steven Hrynio, wishing you another year of all your silly giggles, belly laughs, and snorts galore!
We love you, to infinity and beyond.
EAT CAKE (even though I know you’d rather have an avocado)
Parker Steven Hrynio
4 pounds 7 oz, 18 inches long
Born to Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain”