Eleven years ago I gave birth to my first son. After having a daughter just two and a half years earlier, I thought raising another baby would be much like raising my first. It’s funny to think back about that time and realize how much I have grown up with my children since then. I thought that Miguel would be very much like his big sister Gia, after all, he had the same parents as she did, right?
Well, years later, I now know that even if I have two daughters and two sons-each of those children are different and the same in many ways. While one of my children might be self sufficient and can hold a conversation with a new acquaintance, (who happens to be an adult) another of my children may be able to cook a three course dinner and serve it to our family if I’m not in the mood to prepare the meal myself. Yet another of my children might have an innate understanding of right and wrong, and my youngest baby without even knowing it, has the ability to bring the family together in times of need.
This post is a tribute to my eldest son, Miguel. His laugh is contagious, his heart is made of gold and yes, as the saying goes, he does wear that gold heart on his sleeve. I love him dearly for the laughter he brings into our family, and the sensitivity with which he views the world. He is a great big brother. (although sometimes, he might take advantage of that fact) He is far older than his eleven years and far wiser too.
Today we will celebrate my Big Mig (as we called him when we brought him home, because he was 8 lbs and 8 ozs) and honor him by having a simple family dinner and making sure he knows just how much he is loved.
LOVE YOU MIGGY MANGE.