Ode to my oldest.....

29 years ago today, was one of the scariest ,most painful days of my young life.


It was also the first day I ever really knew what love was.


It was the day I gave birth to my first son,Wes.
A squalling little thing ,covered in white fuzz.












My parenting skills were absolutely zero,zilch,nada. I knew nuthin' 'bout birthin' no babies. Much less how to raise one.







(Aunt Soul and Wes)




When he cried ,I cried too because I didn't know what else to do.




He was the smartest,funniest ,cutest baby ever born.












We literally had to grow up together. He was my experimental baby . Everything I did was probably wrong.


He refused to sleep. I had to pin him down in the crack of the couch at nap time and he would scream himself to sleep ,in a boiling stubborn rage.










At bed time he made me sing, tell stories and hold his eyes shut for him. Sometimes for hours!























He could throw a tantrum like nobodies business .















It soon became apparent that he was kind of a little genius. Also the only lefty in our family.














This was right before he started wailing and punched Santa right in the face.

Wes had a big thing about beauty. If his babysitters were not pretty ,he would be awful to them.

He once spit on a nun when he was 3 , because "she looked like a man."












He was a great big brother. He waited until the babies could sit up on their own before he started beating them up.














By age 3 ,he was quite the talented artist as well. His preferred medium was permanent black markers.He would draw these drawings on the wall ,sign his name and then try to say the baby did it.















Once when he was in kindergarten the bus dropped him off before I got home .

I found him at a neighbors ,eating Oreos. She said he was running down the hill ,crying and screaming "No mommy! No!"


















He had a photographic memory and knew every word on his records at 3 years old.Like the "101 Dalmatians" and "the aristocats".














Wes continued to dazzle everyone with his brilliance.
He taught me to play chess when he was 6 years old.



When he started school his teachers LOVED him. His kindergarten teacher said "why can't they all be just like him."

Look at that angelic face. Smart and stubborn doesn't always equal angelic.
:)








He once locked his brothers out on the roof of the house while I was at work. His excuse....."I was trying to teach them not to go out there."



When we first got a computer I got an $800.00 phone bill because he had spent hours and hours downloading songs by Curt Cobain.







He had the teenage angst like all teenagers do ,but he never took it out on his mom.He was always sweet to his momma.




He used to make me coffee every morning and bring it to me ,just so he could spend time talking to me before he left for school.












Letting him grow up and leave me was one of the hardest things I've ever done.



He once got robbed at gunpoint during his first years on his own .He did not even tell me about it until much later because he knew I would totally flip out.










In spite of his teenage mother ,he has grown up to be an awesome man.

He's disciplined,(don't know where he got that from) has his own business, great credit,and he's still sweet,smart, funny and cute.



It's always been a joy to be your mom .


Happy Birthday my adorable son! Love Mom



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