6 years ago today, my second child and firstborn boy was born. His birth was the most pleasant of the four for me, but it was fairly traumatic for him.
He was blue.
They never told me why he was blue, and he was only blue for a very short time (it's all kind of a blur). I only remember thinking, "I don't think Tigger was that color when she was born." And when the doctor and nurses were saying "Come on, come on, breathe!" I thought, "I don't think this is normal."
But all was well and he's been normal and tormenting his brothers and sisters since then.
He's my funny one, without trying to be.
He's my friendly, mean, sweet, deceitful, loving, manipulative, obedient, rule following, playful, leader.
He stutters and he's anxious. But he's calm and friendly with people he knows well.
And he's never afraid of blustery days.
He's the only one that was planned for.
He's my Piglet.
Give a 6 year old a camera where he can see himself while trying to take the photo and he will take a photo of him looking at himself.