It came with a little fingerprint kit and I am going to put his right index finger fingerprint in one side of the locket and I am going to see if I can manage to take a picture of him and shrink it small enough to fit the other side.
I have wanted to be a mother as long as I've remembered. It has been harder than I thought it would be but it has also been a lot more rewarding than I could have imagined!
Here's a little article that a friend sent along to me that I know you moms out there can identify with:
>> Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author:>>>> All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but indisbelief.>> I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, >> two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the>> same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with>> me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that >> make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower>> gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than Ilike.>> Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move >> food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I>> bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby>> is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the >> unreliable haze of the past.>>>> Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for menow.>> Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling>> rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education,>> have all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild>> Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that >> if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those>> books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught>> me, and the well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that >> they couldn't really teach me very much at all.>>>> Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then>> becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that >> it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds>> well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a>> stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2.>>>> When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on>> his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time>> my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of >> research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this>> ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually>> you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow.>> I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful>> books on child development, in which he describes three different>> sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a >> sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there>> something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong>> with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically >> challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China . Next year he>> goes to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.>>>> Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes >> were made. T hey have all been enshrined in the, "Remember-When->> Mom-Did Hall of Fame." The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad>> language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The >> times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover.>> The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling>> out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I >> responded, "What did you get wrong?". (She insisted I include that.)>> The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and>> then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all >> insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons>> for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?>>>> But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while >> doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly>> clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs.>> There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a >> quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and>> 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about,>> and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. >> I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing:>> dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little>> more and the getting it done a little less.>> >> Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and>> what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought>> someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now >> I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they>> demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The>> books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I >> was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound>> up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more>> than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books >> never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts.>> It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.