He's growing impossibly fast. His loves at the moment are anything scooter/balance bike related or musical instruments. My loves at the moment are watching him explore, and find his way.
The other day I was having lunch with True. Just the two of us. I was having one of those mama moments where on the inside I was feeling a little bit maxed, a little bit pulled in a million directions, but on the outside I was doing my mama thing, engaging my sweet little guy, playing games, singing, chatting, listening. We sat there together like that for about an hour. As I scooped him up and began to gather our things, I ran into a construction boot wearing, thirty-something, shaved head, sporty looking dude at the bussing station. He had been sitting nearby eating his lunch, too. As we were clearing off our plates, he looked over and said, "You're a good mom." Surprised, I looked over and sheepishly replied, "Awe, thanks for that." He went on, "No, really. I can tell that you're a really good mom and I think that little boy is lucky to have you." Enter stinging eyeballs, throat clenching, gobs of gratitude. I almost cried.
It's not everyday that someone, let alone a stranger compliments us on our parenting. It was one of my most beautiful moments and I will remember it always. I beamed as I left, True on my hip, mama heart beating proudly.