Kris Mares

Just a woman trying to love Jesus and others a little bit more…

My 9-year-old Professor January 9, 2011

Filed under: Professor — Kris @ 2:26 pm
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Nine years ago today I became a mommy for the first time.  I told Professor that this morning.  His response?  “And yeah, if I hadn’t been born, you wouldn’t be a mom to this large crazy family either.”  He’s right.  That’s why he’s Professor.  This kid knows stuff about stuff that I frankly don’t know (and sometimes don’t care to know) and he often says things that are spot on awesome observations about life.  He says them in a kid way, but is so often just right.

Professor is a sweet, loving, homebody kid.  He likes routine and organization, but somehow, the organizational methods he uses in his room escape my understanding.  Like most of us, he doesn’t like change and he really wants life to be predictable, understandable and stable.  He LOVES all things nature and has a sensitive spirit for plants and animals.  Professor keeps saying that “when I grow up, I’m going to have a house with (insert various animals here) and all my property with be a wildlife preserve with NO hunting or killing.  I’ll use live traps if I need them.”

Professor is also blessed to have 4 loving parents.  Four because his dad and I are divorced.  It happened when he was so young that he will never remember us being together.  We both began dating our respective spouses when he was very little, too, so all he knows is 2 sets of “mommy and daddy” that love him immeasurably.  Not all children from divorced parents have that.  He also has a bazillion grandparents that spoil him, so that’s not too bad either! 

Professor is my first-born, my beloved child, my kindred heart.  Out of all my children, he looks the most like me.  He taught me what it means to be a good mom.  He taught me what sacrifice means.  He taught me that loving someone while my whole heart is hard and every time he is gone from me, there is a piece of me that is gone. 

As Professor is now a “tween,” I wonder what the next few years will hold.  I want to keep his little boy sweetness forever, yet I already see that teenage angst coming.  I want the lovely innocence of him climbing into my lap to cuddle during a movie, yet I already see that desire to do it totally on his own without anyone’s help at all.  I want to keep my baby, but really I want him to grow up to be the man God is calling him to be.  Days like today – Professor’s birthday – I wonder what he will be like, what he will do, how he will turn out to be.  I wonder which of his childhood dreams will come true.

So Happy Birthday Professor!  May God grant the desires of your heart.  I love you the purplest!

 

Happy Birthday Gorilla! December 8, 2010

Filed under: Gorilla — Kris @ 9:14 am
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Today is Gorilla’s birthday.  I officially have a 2-year-old boy in the house.  His favorite word right now is “nooooo.”  I wish I knew how to put an audio clip of him saying it, as it’s pretty funny.  He does it mostly to be silly.  We celebrated his birthday with cake, ice cream and gifts while the grandmas were still here last Friday.  Today will be more laid back, but we do have a small surprise in store for everyone. 

I don’t remember all that well the day of Gorilla’s birth.  I do remember telling the nurse anesthetist a crazy, weird story about one of my cousins.  And then I tried to convince him to bring his family to my church.  I’m sure he thought “If this lady is in charge of the kids and youth, I don’t want to be anywhere near that church!”  The story I told was seriously weird…

I also remember that when the operating room nurses went to do the last of the skin closure from the c-section, all the “skin glue” in the OR was dried out.  We had to wait while someone brought up fresh skin glue from another OR.  That got my family a little worried because things were taking so long.  All was well though. 

The other silly thing was that my parents, in the business of the morning, forgot to bring a diaper bag for Girlie.  When she inevitably needed a diaper change, they used an extra bed pad from the hospital room.  The picture is pretty funny. 

And then there is Gorilla’s real name… For those who haven’t heard this story, a telemarketer helped choose his name.  Racer and I had the 2 names we wanted to use, we just couldn’t decide the order.  We were having a “heated” discussion when the phone rang.  It was a telemarketer.  She began her spiel and I stopped her saying “Can I ask you a question first?”  The telemarketer obliged and I asked “Which name do you like better?”  A R or R A.  Her response was what I wanted, so that’s the name we ended up going with.  After her response, I simply said, “Thank you so much.  That’s what I was thinking too.  You have a great evening” and hung up!  I do so love telling that story…  And as for the Gorilla nickname?  When he was a baby, Gorilla loved to hold onto my shirt when I was holding or snuggling him.  He still does that often.  It reminds me of how a baby gorilla hangs onto the fur of its mama.  That’s why I call him Gorilla.

So today, as Gorilla is learing to say “TWO!” I’ll leave you with this picture.  I love you my little Gorilla!!

 

 
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