Quincy = 2

2nd Birthday Party

2nd Birthday Party

Today we celebrated Quincy’s second birthday. As I think back on the last year it’s hard to imagine all of the things that have happened since his first birthday. He’s started walking, even running. He’s cut 12 teeth (each one accompanied by their very own sleepless night). He’s gained about 8 pounds this year alone, which is drastically different from the first year’s 14 pound weight gain. Last year this time we were taking him off the bottle and now this year we are trying to transition from the sippy cup to the regular cup. Over the last 6 months he has had a vocabulary explosion and is just recently beginning to form complete sentences. For instance before we went into the grocery store yesterday he told me “Mommy, my name is Quincy.” And just recently we embarked on the potty training adventure. Wow, it’s amazing how quickly they grow in just one year.

Today at his party, all he wanted to do was play on the swing. He was not interested in party hats, balloons, cake, or presents. Once he was more interested in eating a hot dog but for the most part he just wanted to swing. I thought back to him as a newborn and how much he loved the swing until he simply outgrew it. It makes me just a tad bit sad that he can’t just swing in our living room like he used to do. Everything is passing too quickly. I want to savor every moment but the day-to-day tasks seem to prevent that from happening as often as I’d like.

1st Birthday Party

1st Birthday Party

He looks like a two year old. His unruly curls have been replaced by a little boy haircut and he wears little boy clothes. He used to wear clothes and shoes that said things like “Little Prince” and now “Cars” characters and Sketchers adorn his feet. His room last year was decorated with jungle animals in soft pastels and now it’s “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse” in vibrant colors. I want to hang on to this time but it slips away from me. I’m excited for the new things in life to come but I’m nervous for a time when I will not be able to control what he does. Will I trust him enough to allow him to make the mistakes he needs to learn? How will I cope when he begs me not to kiss him in front of his friends? Will I be sad when he leaves us to start his own family? And when will the time come that he doesn’t let me hold him anymore?

So tonight I held him just a little bit longer and kissed him just a few more times than usual. And for now I pray that God protects him and gives me the strength I need to nurture him into the man he will someday be.

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