“Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.”
Back when Rob and I got married, we had no intentions of ever having children. Despite multiple predictions from family and friends that time would alter our decision, we were convinced that this would not happen. I am still not sure when we changed paths, but…
… a couple of weeks before our second Anniversary, William was born. He has always been a special boy. When it comes to William, “special” carries many meanings. He is very strong-willed, and Rob and I often joke that his name is appropriate, though we aren’t always sure how he will use that “will.”
His goofiness rules over all of his other traits. He is tall, has very long limbs, doesn’t seem to know his own strength and has a hard time knowing when to stop. Unfortunately for William, this tends to get him into trouble, both at home and at school. On more than one occasion he has been in tears at the end of the school day, usually because he took his silliness a little too far.
William had one of those days today, big crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks. He informed me that he had had a very rough day, and proceeded to wipe his nose on my sleeve. But like everything else, it was quick to pass and he was back to his same goofy self.
William tests my patience on a daily basis, makes me question my sanity and leaves me exhausted at the end of the day, most of the time wondering what on earth had happened. What I wouldn’t give to float around in his head for a day, just to see what goes on in there.
But mostly I am grateful. Grateful that we changed our minds. Grateful to have a family. And grateful because at the end of the day, no matter how much I yelled at William, he still squeezes me tight and tells me that he loves me. And some days, that is more than I deserve.