Saturday morning was the first official Christmas function that we have attended.  Our church hosts the Angel Breakfast every December.  I was the photographer for the first bit, then got to “just” be a Mom.

There is a photo with an angel…

There are crafts…

…and then there is breakfast.

Funny, that. Considering it was the Angel Breakfast.

(Not that he ate any of the breakfast. Not sure how that kid lives on what he doesn’t eat.)

I tried to get some photos of our morning together, and got this:


While I watched this four-year-old boy of mine squirm in his seat due to the sheer torture of SITTING STILL, I contemplated the whole Nature of Nathan and what he means to me.

I love him. That is a given.

I remember his birth. It was fast, it was crazy, it was the first time that I felt the “Ring Of Fire”. Then he was placed in my arms and I was enamored. A wee baby, beautiful beyond measure.

Who looked nothing at all like me.

He is one hundred and ten percent his Daddy.

I look at him every. single. day…and cannot see myself.  I try. I do. DAILY. But there is not any resemblance to me whatsoever. I see glimmers of my being in his brother and sister but cannot for the life of me see myself in him.  This just makes me want to find a connection in other areas.  In non-external areas.

This is a bit of an issue. For me.

He is a touchy-feely guy. If you have met him, he has probably hugged you.  And possibly kissed you. While I will give a hug when necessary, I am not one to hug random strangers on the street. Nor KISS them.


Finding similarities between us is difficult.  He does things daily (sometimes hourly) that make me wonder if his genetic makeup consists of genes from some random being far back in my family tree.  Who ran willy-nilly everywehere and eventually got hit by a horse and carriage because THEY NEVER LOOKED BEFORE DARTING OUT INTO TRAFFIC.

We can both easily be considered to be quirky.  We have that, I guess.  But even our quirks are so very, very different.

In the midst of contemplating our differences I had a startling revelation.

Despite our differences, he is my kin.  He may not look like me, he may not be like me.

That is all irrelevant.  He is mine.  Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones.

He is my blood.

I love him.

That is all that really matters.

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  1. Michele December 7, 2008 12:26 am edit

    I’d love to meet Nathan in “real life”!!! He seems like such a sweet little guy! Great photos!

  2. Hannah December 7, 2008 1:16 am edit

    Great photos – sounds like a fun morning.
    Sweet post about your special “angel baby”. He sounds like a real neat little guy.

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  3. witchypoo December 7, 2008 7:39 am edit

    Yep. You nailed it. It isn’t like you can send them back or anything ;)

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  4. bethany actually December 7, 2008 10:07 am edit

    Heh. I laughed at witchypoo’s comment about not being able to send ’em back!

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  5. Parenting December 7, 2008 12:38 pm edit

    A good post. Recently i came across your blog. its very nice.


  6. Melanie December 7, 2008 12:52 pm edit

    Ahhh.. love the pictures! I have one of those sweet “will hug and kiss just about anybody” little guys, too! Aren’t they just great?

    The Angel Breakfast looks like great fun. We have something similar every year at our church that we call Breakfast in Bethlehem. We’ll be doing that next Saturday. Your pictures make me wish it was this weekend… so much fun!

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  7. orlund December 7, 2008 1:10 pm edit

    I thought I was not the hug, kiss, feel kind of person until I meet my wife, she is even less touch/feel kind of person. If our children are they will be hopelessly out of luck.

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  8. Don Mills DIva December 7, 2008 2:34 pm edit

    He’s such a cutie. I know what you mean about the looks thing – Graham looks exactly like his Dad – I can’t see me in him at all even though I’m continually studying his face for traces of me…

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  9. Ashley December 7, 2008 9:17 pm edit

    I think one of the greatest parts of having kids and watching them grow is seeing who they become. As much as it’s nice to look at your munchkin and see yourself in their eyes or hear yourself in their voice it’s even better to see the fantastic qualities that are uniquely theirs. Those are the things that will leave their mark on someone else’s world and will allow them to acheive whatever greatness they desire. It’s what makes them, them. And as you watch them grow you know that your good qualities (and Matthew’s) and life lessons are there to guide them. You both are setting a wonderful foundation for your kids to grow up on and into…Nathan’s vast amount of love to share is evidence of that.

    I think there’s probably more of you there than you know.

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  10. Andrea December 7, 2008 10:10 pm edit

    Yup – that you love him is all that matters. And, obviously, he FEELS loved because he is free to be himself. And what a great “self” he is!


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  11. karen December 7, 2008 10:35 pm edit

    “Who ran willy-nilly everywehere and eventually got hit by a horse and carriage because THEY NEVER LOOKED BEFORE DARTING OUT INTO TRAFFIC.”

    Can’t. Stop. Laughing.

    I love your writing and sense of humor!
    (even if it made me snort my coffee just now…)

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  12. Carrie December 8, 2008 6:10 am edit

    Running into traffic? Us? Never…

    I have a friend who refers to her son as her husband’s clone & herself as the “host”.

  13. Kristabella December 8, 2008 9:27 am edit

    When my mom was born, she had super curly hair. And NO ONE in her family had curly hair. So everyone used to say her dad was the milkman.

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  14. ELizabeth December 8, 2008 10:09 am edit

    He sounds a lot like Hunter with all the random loviness. Cute.

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  15. Moose December 8, 2008 12:55 pm edit

    That scrunched eyes photo kills me.

    Also I’m sure you’ve seen this, but I pulled it accidentally when trying to get to your blog:

    A vonderful goot game!

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  16. Kami December 8, 2008 1:49 pm edit

    I hear you! Neither of mine look anything like me but I love them to pieces because they look like my Jay.


    Oh I think we might be related because I think we have the same relative that ran willy nilly into traffic! At least Kamden has that dude’s genes anyway! It must skip 2 or 3 generations!

    Kami’s last blog post..A winner plus holiday cheer

  17. gorillabuns December 8, 2008 4:05 pm edit

    My children don’t look a bit like me and sure as hell don’t act like me.

  18. Kerri Anne December 8, 2008 5:01 pm edit

    If I may be so bold as to say that I verily think Nathan has your spirit. I don’t know that I can accurately explain what I mean, but he is easily one of the warmest kids I have ever met, ever, and I feel the same way about you. (Sans the “kid” part, of course.)

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  19. The Over-Thinker December 8, 2008 7:47 pm edit

    This post made me smile.
    A big, sqwitchy smile, dedicated to Nathan :)

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