- July 30, 2012
- Posted by: Sharon Greenthal
- Category: family
When my son was born twenty years ago, one of the gifts we received was a bouncy seat. He was a big baby (9lbs 2 ozs, 23″), so from the very start he was comfortable in his little chair.
Needless to say, we took a lot of pictures of our kids when they were growing up – and I decided it would be fun to take my son’s picture in the bouncy chair each month of his first year to document his growth. When you are a stay-at-home mom of little children, you need to find ways to entertain yourself – and your kids.
It was such fun taking his picture every month, that I decided to do it every year until he was 18. On his birthday. With the same bouncy seat. There were many who said I’d never stick with it, but I did. Every year on his birthday I would drag out the seat from its spot on a high shelf in the garage, wrapped in a big green garbage bag, and no matter what else was going on, we would take my son’s picture on that day. We never, ever missed. Now we have a wonderful pictorial history of our son growing up.
I never gave having a son much thought. Whenever I pictured myself as a mother, I always saw a little girl. I was so happy when my daughter was born – I had my girl. Of course I always wanted a boy, so we could have that “ideal” family, but not in the way I wanted a girl.
But then my son was born, and I lost my heart. I had no idea how much I would love my little boy. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of that little boy in my son, now a twenty year old man, and I get very sentimental. Kind of like, well, writing this post. Luckily he doesn’t mind…too much. He’s nice that way.
I didn’t do these annual pictures with my daughter. I didn’t think of it when she was born. But that’s ok. I kind of like that this was something special that we did just for my son, to celebrate him every year, and to keep a tradition that we all enjoyed. The older he got, the sillier that little chair looked next to him…but that was the point.