Baby Bruce

My baby is one.  He has grown from a peanut to a 2 ft. little monster!  I have photos on his wall showing his growth from inside my tummy.  I used to sing to him in the shower and on car rides when he was in my belly.  "Baby Balooga.  Baby Balooga.  Is the water warm?  Is your mommy home with you so happy!"  I remember feeling him kick.  My husband would feel him and we would both grin and giggle with delight.  The seasons changed and I grew bigger and bigger.  Finally he was born!  He looked up at me and looked deep into my eyes.  He didn't cry.  Just looked right at me and was calm as the sea.  I named him Bruce Robin Christensen.  Batman is who we named him after.  Batman fights evil and stands for good.  I admire batman because he lost both his parents as a child and used that pain to motivate him to be a hero.  Robin is his grandpa's name.  My dad Robin is my hero.  It wasn't until a few months later that Bruce smiled his first smile and laughed for the first time.    

  He rolled over and was crawling and then a while later he took his first steps and fell.  Then he fell over and over and tried again and again until he walked!  Now he says, "Momma and Dadda."  Soon he will know what those words mean.  clapping is something he loves to do along with trying new foods and reading books with mom.  Before the day goes on I must stop and pause for a moment and capture him and his progress.  I must review how far he has come and how beautiful his journey has been.  His first year of life has been happy and magical.  He probably thinks, "Who is this big tall creature that sings to me, kisses me, and comforts me when I am sad?"  Someday not too far away he will learn that this creature has a name.  The name is momma.