High Five


February 28, 2013 by themommahen

H#2 and wormy

Fantastically and wonderfully complicated, H#2 is my constant sidekick. When we moved he was just shy of three-years-old and I’d been on maternity leave for four months, so he doesn’t remember me leaving home every day to go to work, though he can tell detailed stories about our goodbye routine we used to do. Since he’s been with me every day for so long, he’s been worried about having to go to school for almost a year now, but doesn’t want me to worry about him. He gets anxious about me going anywhere without him, and chalks it up to wanting to take care of me and keep me company. He still gives me hugs and kisses for no reason and tells me I’m the best mommy in the whole world. Unprompted.


The birthday boy at 3yo


The birthday boy today

Completely uncomplicated is his love for his sister. For H#1 his adoration borders on hero-worship. There is nothing she can’t do and nothing he won’t do for her. They’ve been a duo from the moment we brought H#2 home, sworn comrades for life. I think back to when she was three and he was one, her looking at books or playing trains, him watching and studying to do exactly what she did.



He is the self-proclaimed guardian of H#3, asking when we can have another baby to keep him company with H#2’s school career beginning in August. His patience is unending, even in those inevitable moments that his little brother behaves as two-year-olds do, literally taking it on the chin or in the gut and over the head with whatever weapon of choice H#3 happens to have. It always ends well, with no retaliation and the brothers hugging it out, even with tears fresh on H#2’s cheeks.


My middle child, transferring the love to his little brother

He’s a little man in training, loving “sharp shirts,” ties and hair gel.


Sharp dressed (li’l) man

Always asking The Husband to wrestle with him so he can get stronger and tougher. Wondering if all the milk he’s drunk and fruits and veggies he’s eaten has made him grow. Because, in his words, he has to take care of his family and protect us from bad guys.


In training

I’ve already relayed his birth story in which I declared, after having a birth experience 180 degrees different from my first, that I could have 15 more.

What I didn’t know at the time was that after he was born they broke the mold. Happy Birthday, my sweetest big boy. I hope you know how very, very much I love you.

2 thoughts on “High Five

  1. Corinna says:

    Such a sweet vision of a beautiful child at a wondrous time. He’s a lucky boy to have such a family. xo

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