1st Grade for Aiden: And a bit about him.

Tomorrow is the "BIG" Day.
Aiden is 6.. and he is heading off to school for the second year. We did decide to put him in public school, until we can figure out the flow of our new life... I just would hate to have a deep break down... and him to fall behind. Until I can be sure I can be consistant, he is heading off on the big Yellow bus.

It's strange to me.. that he is even old enough for this. It's unreal that he has already passed Kindergarten, and is now a true... scholar? Well... in the littlest of terms.. i guess he is.

When I was 18, I was probably the most insecure, foolish person out there. I really didn't care what anyone thought, but I was always up for making anyone happy. I spent my money on really stuipid things, and didn't care much about school. I wasn't "dumb" by any means.. but I was foolish. I definately partied more than I should have, and I really had no faith. None. I hurt a LOT of people. I wish I could ask their forgiveness. I was hurt by a LOT of people. I forgive them, and hope they know it.

When I was 18, my life changed. Senior year, became the year that I was becoming a mom. I worked at Taco Bell, and upon finding out I was pregnant, I was fired, but quickly rehired by another store. 9 months later, my world changed.

June 30th, 2007, my son entered the world after a long pitocin induced labor, with his chord wrapped twice around his neck, and completely blue. He was rushed away, as doctors worked on me to stop, what my aunts both agree, was hemoraging. Those few moments... in the chaos of the 11 people who were in my room to witness his birth... I prayed... really prayed.

I had no idea what I was praying, and my eyes were not closed... but in those moments, i felt God for the first time in a LONG time. A while later, I was wheeled into the NICU, to see my son strapped to wires and tubes... but they swore he would be Okay. The next morning, he was.

From that moment I first held him, I was in love. No. He didn't have a father for the first 15 months of his life... and I'm thankful for that. I had to be his everything.. for God to reveal himself to me, and to meet the man, who would become his father. 

The only signs my son has of his traumatic birth, is an enlarged pupil. He is brilliant, kind, compassionate, loving, and very slow in his actions. He is a pleaser, a friend, and can pick up on anything rather quickly. This kid reads like a 3rd grader, and can do basic math well. He loves baseball, and science, and God. He has a best friend across the street, and he loves her dearly. 

My son has his flaws, his weaknesses and strengths.. but he is Aiden. He has revealed so much to me, and has changed me for the better. He's the reason I went to college, changed my habits, and became the person I am today (with MAJOR assistance/intervention from God). 

He is my FIRST true love, the first clue that my husband was my soul mate, and he is my closest buddy. He is my first born, and will be my firsts for everything. 

Though this day has come so fast, I cannot express my hapiness in who he is. His ability to think, love, and rely on god for things... and to trust. He is pure hapiness. 

I wonder how much will change this year, and who he will become, but I know for a fact he will be my baby forever.