I spend a lot of time talking about my sweet daughter, but have rarely talked about the man in my life.
From the second I saw the ultrasound and they announced I was having little boy, I can’t explain it. A feeling of love came over me like I have never had before. I named him Richard Adam after my dad, as he was the only boy out of 3 daughters and 5 granddaughters. My poor dad has always been surrounded by girls, even the dog was female.
Even his father was a bit surprised when I announced to him that he was having a baby boy while he was deployed in Germany. Our track record with girls automatically made him assume out loud “It’s a girl, isn’t it?” I remember what he said next, “I have a little fishing buddy!” He even had a picture on his desk at work of the ultrasound with the tiny arms holding a fishing pole.
The day that angel was born has to be the top third happiest day of my life. The only days that topped it to that point was my wedding day and the birth of sweet Caty. We spent the morning in the waiting room of the hospital preparing for a scheduled C-section, we were trying to guess the height and weight he would be. After surgery, as they were bringing me to my room I saw his dad helping with Adam’s first bath waving his arms excitedly announcing he guessed his weight perfectly. 7 lbs. 10 oz. of the most adorable perfect little boy I ever laid my eyes on. Crooked pinkies and all.
He slept all night, was never fussy, stopped drinking a bottle at 10 months and refused to let us feed him. He was a very independent little man.
At the ages of 4-6 he conquered the wrestling mats with amazing strength and courage and earned the name “Scrappy”. He became a State Novice Champ, Regional Champ, County Champ, and placed 3rd in the State and 6th in the State the following year.
The journey with wrestling came to an end, as he decided to play basketball this year. His team came in 2nd place and he made the All Star team.
He was one of three 8 yr olds who made the minor leagues in baseball and their team won the championship last summer.
Then there is football since the age of 5. He is a beast on the football field where he has been nicknamed “honey badger” by his coaches and peers.
Adam makes friends easily and has been a good little brother to his sissy. He takes up for her and has even told a boy he would “cut his ***** off if he messed with his sister again.” hahah…Now I normally would never condone that kind of language and violence, but apparently the boy was being mean to Cat. His dad and I were shocked yet proud at the same time, tried to be stern but were overcome with uncontrollable laughter because it was so unlike him to be so verbal. I am so glad he wants to protect his sister.
I love to brag on that little guy….at 9 years old, his accomplishments and trophies that cover his room far exceeds what I had ever dreamed he would be. But on February 7, 2013 after church on a Wednesday night, My niece sat on my bed with him and showed him how to have eternal life. He asked Jesus in his heart that night and has never looked back. You couldn’t get this kid to miss church for anything. He loves Wednesday night Awanas and Sunday morning services and even announced to me that he wants to be a preacher in the Army when he grows up. (and also a football coach)
I see a kid that had every right to be angry and sad, as his family was being torn apart in front of his eyes. instead, the day before his mom and dad’s divorce was final he asked Jesus to save him. If only you could have been there. I will never be able to put into words the overwhelming feeling I had that day. When things seemed to be falling apart, that is when things came together in the most important way for a 7 yr old boy.
He is respectful and so kind. Loves to laugh and wrestle (during commercials), he wakes up every morning with a smile on his face and is the first to kiss me good morning. He tells me I am beautiful and never misses a chance to tell me that he loves me at least 10 times a day. he is so patient when his sister is having a bad day and even when I am having a bad day. We sing as loud as we can in a car and we always hold hands as we giggle and can talk for hours.
If there is a way I could stop time, I think I would stop it at this very moment and live like this forever. I am so blessed to call this little man all mine. I always made this statement to his dad “We did something right, didn’t we?” Yes, we sure did.
We have both made mistakes in our lives, but those two amazing beautiful perfect kids will always be ours, and for that I am forever grateful. It is all worth it.
I don’t know where the road will take this young man, but I know his future has been secured in the arms of his Creator and he is on the road to amazing things!!
I am a proud momma.
Until next time my friends……hug your babies tight tonight!!!