My Little Boy Became a Man

After I had Megan I knew that I had to have another child. I honestly loved being a mother; definitely more than I loved being a wife. When Megan was only nine months old I discovered that I was pregnant again. My husband and I were both too young and not yet established and yet I instinctively knew that we could handle another child. Another tiny life that would love me and that I would love completely. I thought that we would have another little girl. I sometimes wished that it would be a girl. Not that I could love a little boy any less. Our family just seemed to produce girls and I thought that I was better equipped to deal with another daughter. But as soon as I laid eyes on my handsome little boy I knew that I wanted this child more than another girl.

“Mister” Corey was an amazing baby. He rarely ever cried, did not demand much attention and was good natured. I never had experience the “terrible twos” with this little guy. If I told him not to do something, he would back his rear end into the corner, stick out his lip so far I feared he may trip over it, and look at me with such disappointment. He never, however, did whatever it was I had scolded him for doing. He did not test my limits as his big sister did. He was quiet, not really speaking for the first couple years of his life. He actually didn’t need to; his sister did all of the talking for him. She was motherly towards him throughout their lives.

He was agreeable, considerate and loving. Sometimes I felt a little distant from him but he didn’t seem to need attention as some young children did. I feel as though I should have paid more attention to him but he hasn’t verbalized any mistakes I have made.

Now that he is a young man I realize the compassion and caring he shows to everyone. He is at his best with young children, the disabled and the elderly. I notice that he opens doors for his girlfriend (ah, chivalry is not dead in his generation). He expresses his gratitude often and easily without having to be encouraged. My little boy has become a man that I admire and respect. Corey lives life caring for those he loves, laughs easily with loved ones and loves without abandon. I am privileged to be “Mister” Corey’s mom!