My Baby Boy - he is my pride and joy

October 19, 1993 . . . . was the start of a whole new chapter in our lives. Our second miracle joined our already loving family of three . . Braden Geoffrey (my stepdad) Thomas (my real dad) Pearson came into the world after only 3 hours of labour, and no time for an epidural - and damn, he had a big head. He was PERFECT. Huge eyes, olive skin, dark hair, all his fingers and toes.

He certainly didn't take his time arriving, poor Dr. Hunter had to deliver him in his street clothes, he didn't even have time to get into his scrubs. Brady just decided it was time to pop out. I honestly can say I know what it is like to pee a watermelon :)

We knew from the moment we heard we were expecting that this child was going to be special. After 4 years of trying for Kyle, Brady was the biggest, and most exciting surprise of our marriage. We had figured out we were only going to have one child and then BOOM, along comes our miracle.

From day 1, he was a good baby. A great sleeper and eater - and would have everyone eating out of his hands with his personality, his smile, his sparkling blue eyes. Still to this day I have trouble giving him shit cos he just grins and tells me he loves me . . . thank god for Dean being the strict one at times.

He would light up a room as a toddler . . . I would get stopped in the market and people would admire him, and his behaviour. Not once did either of the boys pull tantrums . . . I could take them anywhere.

He has the personality of his dad . . . once his heart is given, it is given for good; once he is your friend, he is your friend for life; once he makes up his mind, there is no changing it; he is a saver not a spender; an old soul in a young mans body.

I am so proud of the man he is, the child he was. For sure, we want our kids to have the best in life, and to respect others, but we also want them to be happy no matter what they decide to do. While he is in a flux right now - he is going to make a difference when he chooses his life path.

I missed him a lot when I was working at 'the other job'; but now he works with me, and we have some great chats on our drives - and also some very comfortable silent times. Our kids could not be more opposite - and that is wonderful - to have them both the same would have been boring.

He is my PITA, my stubborn mule, my reasoning child . . . but he is my pride, my joy, my heart.

Oh how the years go by,
Oh how time can certainly fly.
From once just a thought in far away dreams,
now into my arms and in my eyes gleam
the presence of you.
Your laughter and smiles
which go on for miles,
warms my heart and soul.
You're growing up so fast,
as I wish each moment with you to last forever.
My little boy will soon be a man
and right by your side I will forever stand.
I will pick up the pieces when you fall,
I will hold your hand and help you stand tall.
And when the day comes when you are on your own,
never feel that you are alone.
No matter how near or far apart
I am always right there in your heart.
Always remember whatever you go through
that no matter what, I will always love you.