Tyler's Twenty
Was it really twenty years ago I held my firstborn for the first time?
I have always loved being pregnant, but there’s just something about the first time. Everything is new. The first time hearing the heartbeat. The first time seeing him on a sonogram. The first little flutter. The first acrobatic tricks. Getting to enjoy it without another little one pulling on you. Just me and him and my dreams and expectations.
Labor was not as easy with him. Even then, he decided he wanted to take his sweet time.
He hasn’t taken his time growing up though. It has happened way too quickly
How did we already make it to twenty?
Tyler is my steady soldier. Doesn’t get worked up or in a hurry. Whether it’s keeping the rhythm with his bass guitar or helping his little sister without being asked, he is solid.
Creatively clever.
Weather wise.
Music maestro.
Solitude seeking.
Helping heart and hands.
He’s quiet and thoughtful. Doesn’t miss much. Takes everything in, even if sometimes it’s like pulling teeth to get it back out. But when he does speak, listen. It’s going to be profound.
I’m so proud of the young man he has become. Since graduating high school, he has gotten his CDL; started working full-time with Jeremy; moved into his own house with Troy and they’ve kept up their own bills; stepped up helping be chauffeur for his sisters and his Nanny and Pawpaw when needed. He’s dependable, helpful…grown.
Twenty? Really? Already?
What happened to the fuzzy headed newborn? The curious toddler? The mischievous little boy?
He’s had so many struggles, and overcome every single one of them, in his own time, in his own way. He has come so far, and even though he still has a lot of life in front of him and more growing and learning to accomplish, I am positive he will continue to thrive where he’s been planted. Because I know he loves God, loves his Moma (and his daddy, and the rest of his family), and that we love him.
I love getting to be a supporter on his life journey, and I can’t wait to see where God leads him.
