Posted by Mindy Shamp on
Riley will be thirteen months old in just a handful of hours (this was true on the first draft of this post). On his birthday, a bit of our everyday life was filmed by a friend and incredible film maker (and will be shared when we get the final product - UPDATE, the video is here!). During the filming, we (Jordan and I) each did a short parent interview. The idea of this had my stomach in a small knot. For a few reasons - mainly that he would one day watch these interviews as at least a semi-grown person. And what in the world do I say to my little love, as we’re just learning who he is, as a semi-grown-up? Too many things ran through my mind. I had trouble organizing them all.
I envision so many things for him, but mostly I wonder what kind of semi or fully grown-up person he will be. These thoughts include but aren’t limited to (in random order):
- Does he like sports as much as his dad (or at all)? What teams will he follow if so?
- Will he continue to love books as much as he does as a toddler?
- Will those springy curls come back when we finally cut them?
- Once he’s potty trained, will he still want to take a TP square (which we give him whenever he visits a bathroom to prevent him from uncoiling an entire TP roll) and pretend to clean the entire house with it as he does now?
- Will he one day say words (Yes, I’m aware I may regret asking this a year from now)?
- Will he be healthy?
- Will he ever let us leave him with a babysitter for more than 30 minutes?
- Who and what will he love?
Okay some of these have obvious answers. Of course he’ll love UNC, right? But seriously. Stomach. In knots. I’ve never been a great speaker. I know this video is a private gig, but I still felt on display. Semi-adult human, remember? Said human has been created by me! I should be at least somewhat presentable with my thoughts. But my thoughts are never organized. I need to type them out first. Delete a line, re-type after revisiting. Come back later, type what I really wanted to say but forgot to add. Find what I wanted to say but went too far into detail about. Reformulate. Include. Exclude. Polish. I don’t do these things well out loud. I ramble and lose my place, and forget. When I attempt to prepare for this and then speak as I’ve written…oh man. No matter how I think it through - I ramble and forget. Notecards schmotecards. I’m a bit of a mess.
So here, I’ll attempt to answer the most important question I’ve ever been asked to answer about my son: “What kind of man do you want Riley to be?” And likely revisit this post as time passes, to do a bit of polishing as we both grow.
Riley Boone. Please, above all else, this is my wish for you: Be happy, be compassionate, be curious, be fun-loving and maybe even adventurous. None of these things to the detriment of others or yourself.
*Later edit: These sentences in bold. That is my answer. I didn’t get it all out on video, nor did I realize it in the first draft of this blog post. I kept going, when I should’ve realized that this is my elevator pitch about life.
This is why I titled this post “Belated.” I have something in the works, that will hopefully happen when Ri’s a bit older (probably in school) and I can devote more time to my own personal Mindy project (sorry Kaling). Sadly, belated.com isn’t available for me to use in this project. Unless I want to throw down a spare 80 grand (the appraised amount for said domain), I’ll be working on thinking of another name for it. Just know that if you’re anything like me and have trouble getting things out at the appropriate time, I hear you. And I’m working on something for you.
Now, obligatory photos of my cute kiddo. We have very few from his first birthday party, but these are just enough, and I love them.