Six years ago, we had burritos from our local taco shop to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, so when my 34-week pregnant body felt off on May 6, I blamed it on my overindulgence the night before. That is, until I realized my stomach felt weird every eight minutes. Never having been in labor before (and the fact I wasn’t due for another five weeks), I was shocked when my doctor’s office told me to head to the hospital. Clay was tiny, but healthy, and we were heading home a short 48 hours later. I loved him more than I thought possible, and can’t believe my little munchkin turns six today!
I joke about Clay’s inability to be quiet for more than three minutes, but I secretly love it. I love how his mind works, the questions he asks and the stories he tells. There is little question in my mind that he’ll be a lawyer, and more recently I’ve realized that politics could also be a good career choice for him. It’s not just his ability to remember everyone’s first and last name. I’ve been in a room with Bill Clinton and though I don’t agree with his politics, he’s bright, witty and charming. Clay has all of those skills in spades, and I have faith that he’ll use them for good and not evil. Because behind all the talking and negotiating, he’s a really good kid.
While Avery makes me laugh, Clay makes me breathe a sigh of relief. He’s my dependable child. The voice of reason, who often talks his wild sister down from a (sometimes literal) ledge while looking over at me with a quick eye roll and a smile. My first born, follow-the-rules child is determined to save that silly little girl from herself.
Following in his dad’s footsteps, Clay always puts other people’s feelings first, and he is such a good big brother. When he got to pick a prize out of the box at school last week, he automatically grabbed two. Not to be selfish, but so his sister could have one, too. Every milestone in her life from her first words to finally realizing this weekend that she can swim without a floatie, he’s always been her biggest cheerleader, proudly jumping up and down at her latest accomplishment.
Every night before bed, I ask Clay, “What was the best part of your day?” His response 98 percent of the time? “Seeing you, Mommy.” His response is so telling. Though I know he’s telling me what I want to hear (see above about his charm), it’s genuine. He loves school and his friends, but at the end of the day, family means everything to him. He loves watching (and playing) sports with his dad, baking with me and playing with his sister, cousins, grandparents, aunt and uncles.
I’m so proud of the big boy Clay is becoming. Seeing him is the best part of my day, too. Happy birthday, munchkin!