The sun is just starting to peek through the curtains beside my bed. I lay there, waiting for the day to start. Thoughts rush through my mind of what all I need to do and how messy the house has been. Then I hear it, the tiny steps sneaking into my room. I stay still because the next part of my morning is my favorite.
He climbs up the bed and lays right beside me. I pretend to sleep by closing my eyes and then feel the tap on my shoulder. His impatience builds up as he starts playing with my hair and whispering in my ear.
“Good morning, mommy. I lub you!”
I tickle him and give him a big kiss. The sound of his laughter fills the house. In that second there isn’t anymore worry to what needs to be done during the day or how messy the house is. I take in his big smile and his dirty blond hair, just a little bit too long. His eyes are squished up as he laughs. He throws his head back as he laughs and then when he stops, he gets serious. Every time he gets serious he asks for one thing…
“Mommy, I’m hungry. Can we have ‘nana pancakes?”
His eyebrows raise, waiting for me to answer. Before I get the words out of my mouth, I smile, and he jumps off the bed and runs to the kitchen. One more big breath and stretch to start my day. Sometimes I don’t even get that, he’ll plea for me to come in and I can’t say no to him. As his sits on his chair at the island, I can see his black and white pajamas are getting a little shorter. He’s growing faster than I can keep up with.
He helps me mash-up the bananas and stir in the eggs. When I pour the cinnamon in, he yells ‘STOP,’ whenever he feels like there’s the perfect amount in the bowl. I ask him if he had any dreams last night, while I pour the batter in the pan. He speaks with his hands and his voice gets louder and louder as he explains them. His imagination grows along with him. He finishes explaining each and every character in his dream, just as I flip the last pancake on the plate.
I place his in front of him. He gives me the look as if I’ve forgotten something, but I know what he wants. His pancake needs cut so he can easily eat them, but he usually asks me for a specific shape. This morning he wants triangles and he’ll get them. He smiles as he eats each one of his triangle banana pancakes.
“Mama, you are the best nana pancake maker!”
The morning continues with him playing under his tent as I pick up after him. He’s so curious and inquisitive, but I answer each question he asks me. I see him figuring out the world around him and as I’m in awe of this little human who is all mine, my mind keeps going back to one though. This is my heaven and I know as he grows, there will be one day where these mornings cease. For now, I will soak up every second of him at this age.
Jensen will always be my beautiful mystery.
I often imagine what I would be doing with him at the age he should be now. Deep down, I know the basics of what we would be doing in the first year: Diaper changing, cuddles, and making sure he’s thriving. It’s the ages past the baby stage that I didn’t intensely plan for while I was pregnant. I wanted to see what kind of person he would become on his own. Whatever he wanted to do, I would fully support it.
There was never a moment during my pregnancy that I doubted I would get to learn about every part of Jensen. I was going to be his first teach and his biggest cheerleader. So many firsts I wanted to be right there for, that I’ll never have with him.
I really wanted to see his imagination grow and the look on his face when he learned something new.
I’d love to see the color of his eyes.
I can only imagine what his favorite food would be, I still believe it would be mac and cheese.
I wanted to hear him tell me he loved me.
The sound of his voice and laugh would be my favorite sound in the world.
All of these and so much more are beautiful mysteries to me.