Monday, 13 February 2012

Sundays with Mac


My dearest Mac,

I can hardly believe that it has been six months since you arrived in this world. In a way it seems like just yesterday that our hearts stopped beating as we waited for you to cry for the first time. But it also feels like forever. It’s hard to imagine that there was ever a time when you weren’t in our lives.

I’ve avoided taking your sixth month photo all week. I was trying to convince myself that if I didn’t take the picture it wouldn’t be true. People always say that time speeds up when you have children but I had no idea that it would whiz by faster than those Nascar racers that your Grampa likes so much. Days have just seemed to blend into the next and now, suddenly, it is six months later.


Month five was your best month yet. Smiles and giggles have been plentiful. And if cuddles were currency your mommy and I would be very rich.


You had a few unhappy days as your teeth started to emerge but we made it through.  Your Gramma came for a long visit and you napped for 2 hours on her chest every day. I can only convince you to stay asleep for about 30 minutes. I think you liked that menopause has made her as warm and cozy as a roaring fire. Your toasty little body probably only made matters worse but she didn’t complain. Your auntie Tata visited you nearly ever day and delighted in your giggles. And the two of you had your first Valentines Day (or Saturday before Valentine's day as the case may be) date together. You made her watch Charlie Brown and then fell asleep on her shoulder. She didn’t complain either. And you had lots of visits from other aunts and uncles and friends who all love you dearly.

Mac, auntie Tata and The Fergus
One of the best parts about month five has been your weekly Mommy-and-Baby-No-Mamas-Allowed-Mall-Dates. It began as a way for your mommy to take you out of the house for a few hours so I could write this blog but it quickly became the highlight of your week. And your mommy’s too.

She dresses you like a little man. Or, I suppose you could say like a little lesbian as your extensive wardrobe is modeled after hers. When you see the pictures showing how handsome you looked I think you’ll forgive us for that. You might have your dad’s lips and your mama’s eyes but at six months old you certainly have your mommy’s sense of style.



Every Sunday afternoon she snaps the Ergo carrier around her waist, bundles you into your snow suit, and heads to the St. Laurent Mall. If you are old enough to be reading this you will now know that our family has a strange attachment to the St. Laurent Mall. When your mommy and I were just dating we went to that mall, ate Thai food, and did a little Valentine’s Day shopping. We ended up choosing our own presents and had a great night. I still wear the earrings from that first Valentine’s Day date almost every day. We enjoyed ourselves so much that we decided to make it a tradition. Dinner at the food court and buying our own presents might not sound like a glamorous date to most but your mom and I are suckers for a tradition.



And just like us, you love it there. She takes you up and down the escalator and your eyes scan back and forth taking in all the lights and pictures and people. You coo and squeal for all the grandmothers who come over for a quick hello. And then when you are all done wandering (and your mommy has spent most of her money) you head over to the food court where she has a coffee and you have your bottle. You sit on her lap, bang your hands on the table, and entice strangers to come over and say hello.

On your last Mommy-and-Baby-No-Mamas-Allowed-Mall-Date you started to smile and coo at somebody else’s mommy. She came over and talked to your mom, wanting to exchange stories of baby smiles and sleepless nights. Always one to be honest and upfront your mommy was looking for a way to let the other woman know that you actually grew in your mama’s belly. And then, half way through the conversation, she realized that your relationship needed no explanation.  Because, you see my sweet Mac, while I was growing you in my belly your mommy was busy growing you in her heart. And if you learn anything from me my son let it be that hearts are more important than bellies.

You were so excited when you got home from your date. You chattered away endlessly, telling me all about your adventures in your very own baby language. It is a dialect that I can’t understand with my ears but speak fluently with my heart. And then your mommy, with tears in her eyes, told me about how she didn’t correct the woman in the mall who thought that you grew in her belly. She picked you up and kissed the top of your head and whispered you are mine in your ear. Because, my darling boy, you are hers and she is, entirely, yours. She is a real mom. She is your real mommy. And gosh you are so lucky to have her.

Happy sixth month birthday Macaroni. Thank-you so much for filling our lives with joy.





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33 comments:

  1. This post has me teary. So beautiful. And I'm SO glad Tracy didn't try to correct the woman at the mall, because you're right - it doesn't matter which belly Mac grew in, she's his Mommy too. Love.

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    1. Elizabeth I have no idea why this comment was caught in my spam box. I had to rescue it. Anyway, thank-you so much. She definitely is his mommy!

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  3. Love the strip of four photos. It looks like mall dates are heaps of fun!

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    1. Apparently they are :)... although I wouldn't know as I'm not invited.

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  4. OH my goodness such a wonderful post!

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  5. As the non tummy mummy (my wife is 17 weeks) this brought a little tear to my eye and a smile to my face, perhaps because I am a little PMS'y but I think it was actually because it's so so lovely to read those words... I WILL be a real mummy. How absolutely beautiful it is to have this, and other amazing blogs out there to show that hearts are as important as bellies. Thank you x

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    1. You absolutely will. In fact you already are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

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  6. This totally made me cry. I love your family dynamic.

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    1. Thanks Beth. I'm pretty happy with it these days myself ;)

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  7. This was so touching, much like Beth up there I have tears in my eyes and a smile in my heart. Beautifully stated.

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  8. You are a beautiful writer! Your post brought a tear to my eye as well! :) I look forward to reading more!

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  9. Your blog needs to start coming with a warning about having a box of kleenex ready! Kris, you did it again! I love you and your blog. :)

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  10. I voted for you! Good luck! I can't believe how fast they grow up... I sort of wish they'd stay little longer.

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  11. It's a good thing I read this on lunch and not during work; otherwise my coworkers would have come into my office to find Sniffles Magoo.

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    1. I'm sorry for the tears! But I appreciate the comment ;)

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  12. I love the photo booth picture of your little man rubbing his eyes. Sooo incredibly cute!

    Beautiful post- you've inspired me to write a letter to my little man. I missed the 6 month mark, but I'm going to shoot for an 8 month letter.

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  13. I've just found your blog and love reading about your life with Mac. I will be going back to read much more about his journey and your lives together!

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  14. Such a beautiful post. Struck a chord with me as I will be a non-bio mommy too :)
    Oh and I love the carrier, so much nicer than pushing the baby around in a stroller!
    S xx
    2bridesto2mummies.blogspot.com

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  15. This post made me a little teary (Kirsty the "other" mum) I can't wait for those special days when I get to spoil my little person and was concerned about other mums wanting to come and talk about all the bits I won't have experienced. You have set my mind at ease :) So nice hearing about the "other mum"

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  16. I write letters to my son (3.5month old) too! I am very deeply moved by your story. Your son is very lucky to have both of you and no explanation to strangers is necessary!

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  17. Once again, you have touched my heart with your beautiful letter. God bless you and your beautiful family. Kajari from India

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