Super Man

Having a two year old is a wonder. Mine is cranky one day, screaming and disagreeable to everything. The next day he is so sweet, so loving , and a joy to be around every second. Yesterday he was sheer splendor.

Turner is my little helper. He likes to be involved in everything I do, whether it's fixing my hair in the morning or cooking with me in the afternoon. Yesterday was a typical Monday for us. Up with Papa for breakfast, watch the news and Sesame St., get dressed to head to the gym, play at Becky's house, lunch together, nap, cook supper, eat together, and get ready for bed. A whole lot of wonderful was crammed into what could've been just another day.

When Turner rolls out of the right side of the bed, life just don't get much better. He wakes up with a smile and ready to hug me and Papa. He and I talk all day, it feels like we always have. I talked to him all day before he could answer, but I always knew what he would've been saying. Now he comes up with some of the funniest things I have ever heard. What would I do with a whole day with out my best friend?

I have theories on why "Mother's of Boys" are crazy. My sister and I have discussed this at length. We have both dealt with several "Mothers of Boys" in the course of our dating lives. We were, after all, the evil girls who'd never be good enough for their precious princes. All MOB's are a little delusional, myself now included in this group. As the mother of these tiny men, you see them from the moment they are born, a beautiful clean slate. Upon these little innocent babies we MOB's bestow all the hopes and dreams of making the world's first perfect man. We raise them to the best of our ability, and fall hopelessly more in love with them everyday.

Turner is a prime example. He is a kind, funny, tragically handsome man to be, who'll never find a woman worthy of his greatness. Yes, the delusional part of being a mom to one of these creatures is tough. You must be left with enough sense to function in normal society, but be completely blinded to any faults your son could ever have. I try to teach Turner all the things I wish my husband had learned as a child. To be nonjudgmental, kind, to have empathy, to not take things so seriously that he forgets to enjoy life, and all the other lesson's that are far too much for a toddler. But, the longer I am with Brad, the more I realize his mom tried to do all of that with Brad. Despite my mother-in-laws best efforts, my husband still became his own person with his own views and personality traits, both good and bad.

Boys become "Mama's boys" for a reason. In Turner I see everything good that has ever been within my husband, but also all the room that is left for other things that make a truly great person. Brad is wonderful, but maybe Turner will listen more, or is that my favorite delusion? It's the pitfall of raising a boy. They love you so wholeheartedly it's almost painful. I don't know if I can do any wrong in Turner's eyes, yet. I know the day is coming when mom will be one of the dumbest people he has ever met, but please let it be held off for as long as possible.

I relish the days now when my kiss can cure any ailment and I am his very best friend. Turner makes me happier than I thought humanly possible. Seeing my husband through the eyes of our son has blessed my marriage. To Turner Papa can lift any weight, fix anything that's broken, and right any wrong. In our day to day life I forgot that about Brad, I thank Turner for reminding me.

So today, I am off to find out if this little baby in my belly is a son or daughter. I'll be blessed either way. I already have an embarrassment of riches. The best thing that ever happened to me is dressed in Superman PJ's watching Sesame St. down the hall. If he only knew what super powers he has that no one else ever will.