Dearest Little Ring
It’s hard to believe it was a year ago you wriggled into our lives. And our hearts.
It seems like you’ve been with us forever, and I mean that in the best way possible.
As far as papsies go, let’s just say I’m a little more, er, established, well past the age when most papsies become papsies. I was pretty set in my ways, none of which included spending much time with very young people, let alone babies.
But then your papsy met Princess of Pavement, and we kinda hit it off. Your mamsy let it be known she’d someday be pretty keen to have a Little Ring or Little Ringlette scampering around our feet, and I agreed I’d be cool with that too.
Fast forward a bunch of years, some trips to Europe and a couple of Gran Fondos and marathon runs and you happened. And our lives titled sideways forever more.
Those first couple of days in the hospital were pretty cool. You slept a lot, looking incredibly cute and wrinkled with your little bald head. The nurses were always close by to help us figure out how to change your diaper, then show us again because we’d forgotten, how to bathe you, show mamsy how to feed you. Piece of cake, we thought.
But then we brought you home and we were all on our own. And oh my did you cry. We thought we’d somehow broken you. Nothing brought you peace. We paced and rocked you. We sang softly to you every lullaby we could remember. We Googled for any other ideas. We even called the nurse hotline. What have we gotten ourselves into? we thought.
But somehow, we all started to figure things out, and were truly able to enjoy the wonder of you, the joys of all your first.
Your first great feeding and burp.
Your first bath, so tolerant of the water and the soap.
Your first visit to the public health nurse when you hardly cried after your first shot.
Your first sleep through the night.
Your first smile. Your first giggle.
Your first turdlumpen.
Your first visit with a doggie.
Your first tufts of actual hair upon your head.
Your first time in the high chair, getting a chance to taste real food even if it was all mashed and puréed.
Your first visit to a restaurant where you behaved so well and charmed the servers and the nearby diners.
Your first bouncy moments in the Jolly Jumper.
Your first chance to watch mamsy in a running race.
Your first army man crawl, oh how we waited for that one!
Your first big boy crawl, quickly followed by your tripod and then standing up!
Your first time clapping your hands.
Your first visit to a bike race.
Your first word, was it “da” or “hat?”
Your first time in a swing, and now you can’t get enough.
Your first taste of sorbetto and the big smile it put on your face. Uh oh, what have we done????
Your first day at daycare, so very brave!
And today, your very first birthday! Happy birthday Little Ring, my son.