I’ve been a mom for 11 years.
That’s kinda crazy to say out loud because that’s over a third of my life. Mattison was my first (full term) baby and now the chubby little stinker is a lean and tall 11 year old. Well, technically not until Friday the 31st. He was very much a surprise baby as I didn’t even find out I was pregnant until about 2 weeks after Jon proposed to me. I guess I could say I had it easy because aside from being a chunky little thing, he was a pretty easy baby. Actually they all were.
I found this picture by accident this evening when I was talking with some girls on Facebook about OshKosh overalls. There it was, folded up and stuck to the edge of my desk drawer, his chubby little face. The same face I can see in him today with just as much spunk as he had then. This photo shoot took an hour longer than it was suppose to because he just kept laughing and laughing, blowing bubbles with his tongue and wouldn’t stop for a second just to smile. I guess I can see now that it worked out quite well because now I have a goofy, drooly picture to share with his future girlfriend.
But here he is now turning 11 years old and I’m just so proud of him. We’ve had our share of battles and bumps, with no doubt more to come but I can’t wait to see the man he becomes.