Benson: My baby who is not a baby.

     I'll be completely honest; when I first found out I was having a boy I was a little (ok, a lot) apprehensive. I always wanted a little boy but I grew up with a sister and then after finding out my first born was a girl I just figured the girl life was for me. I embraced all things princess, pink and Minnie Mouse. Then I found out I was having a boy...excuse me? What do boys like or do? I remember how awkward it felt decorating his room with little stuffed dinosaurs and placing a baseball on his bookshelf. This was definitely NOT pink. 

    Then on April 17th 2015 I met the sweetest little boy that completely stole my heart. Not just my heart, but his daddy's heart and most of all his big sister's heart. This picture is one of my absolute favorites to date. I was lucky enough to have a photographer photograph the birth (photo credit: Picture This by Dawn). This picture was taken just seconds after he was born and was placed on my chest. This was the second we fell in love. See him holding his mamma's face? My heart melts every time I look at this picture!

 Ever heard the expression daddy's girl and mamma's boy? Well it's SO TRUE! My daughter has my husband wrapped around her cute little finger and this boy sure loves his mamma. For the last 11 months I have loved being a boy mom. Don't get me wrong, I still love all things princess too, but this boy is wide open and it has been such a joy! "B," "Bubba," "Potato" and "Bae" are just a few of the many names he answers to. He has grown the biggest set of cheeks  and he has a smile that will fill a room! 

    It truly feels like just yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital and introducing him to his big sister and loving the new dynamics of a family of four. People joke with me all of the time and say "You still think he's a baby!" The truth is that I do; I still look at him as my "new infant." I still think he is my little baby who still needs everything he eats to be pureed and needs to be rocked to sleep every night...but the truth is, his he is wearing 18-month-old clothes and eats like a boss.  I feel like I literally just blinked and now I am faced with the reality that my "baby" is eleven months old today and I have to start planning his first birthday! 

  In one month my "baby" will be a year old. So I am going to spend the next month "babying him" until I can't possibly baby him any more! I will rock him to sleep and hold him for as long as I can. Only when he is a year old will I accept the fact that my baby is no longer my baby. 

...but the truth is, no matter how old he is; he will always be my little baby. 

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