Twenty-two years ago, our son Zachary was born. I distinctly remember my friend telling me that I needed to have a boy. She went on to explain that Molly had been too easy of a baby and I needed to find out what parenting was really like. I didn't believe her. I was pretty sure back then in my naivety that it was all those parenting books I was reading and my exceptional parenting skills that made Molly so easy to raise. I thought I'd just keep doing what I'd always been doing and all would be fine.
Although to be honest, a tiny part of me was a little afraid. I grew up with sisters. I wasn't really sure how to raise a boy. I also worried about how I was going to love him as much as I loved Molly. How foolish I was. The minute I held him, it was love at first sight.
It didn't take long to realize that my friend was right...he was completely different from Molly. She was verbal at an early age, he didn't talk much, but, oh could he get around. I learned early on that he could disappear in a split second. In fact, he's taught me many things...
I am so very thankful that my husband and I were given the privilege of raising this young man. I would't want it any other way.