Today, I’m sharing the first chapter of the epic tale of my little hero. This little guy and I’ve been through a tough time lately. His little sister needs me constantly and he’s not old enough to understand his new role as middle child and big brother.
I think that’s the hardest part of adding a new family member. Mommy gets spread a little thin. She’s up all night with the baby and still needs to put on a happy face for the rest of the crew. And cook, clean, shower at some point and tackle Mt. Laundry.
In my case, I needed to sit down today and remember the one who changed me. He’s lying on my bed asleep at the moment in just a diaper. True warrior style.
I can see those beautiful eyelashes from here. This little man took my heart captive nearly 18 months ago and he won’t release it.
Some days I really want him to just feed himself. But other days I see how he pulls my chair out from the table as an invitation to sit a while and serve him his banana in the peel while he shows me his impressive grasp of sign language.
That scene sends my heart into the future. He’ll be the boy pulling a chair out for the lovely girl he wants to marry. But I get to be his first sweetheart.
I feel like all I do is tell him, “No, be nice to Sissy or Baby.” He just grins at me in that daring way boys little boys have when they like a girl. They hit them and call them names.
He puts my arm around him and waits for me to sing him to sleep. I love that he knows that when I get to “Rover won’t bark,” the song is almost over. I love that he laughs when I sing “Ah, ah, ah, ah” in “Lemon Drops and Gum Drops.”
This sweet, headstrong little man made my heart bigger. He’s taught me patience and that heroes come in all sizes. I can’t wait for the next chapter of Logan.