The Start of A Good Thing

Here it is. My first post. I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while now, partially because my son, Matthew, comes up with such good material (which I always seem to share anyway), and partly because I thought it might serve as great therapy for me, a mom who has all her eggs—literally—in one sweet, big-green-eyed, cooky, blessed little basket.

One and done. I never thought that would be me. When I was younger, I pictured myself with at least three little nuggets running around my feet. Happily, of course. They were well-behaved, developmentally right-on-target, spick-and-span clean, and ate every healthy thing I put before them. Life, however, had another storyline in place. Pregnancy didn’t come easy. When my husband and I found out after six years of trying that “the test” was positive, we were thrilled. Over-the-moon, really. When we discovered that it was with twins, life took on a whole new dimension. We named the girls as soon as we felt them kick—Madelaine Rose and Charlotte Evelyn—and we fell in love. Sadly, Maddie and Charlie couldn’t hold out for an entire nine months, and were born on March 23, 2004—four months too soon. They did not survive. I won’t go into how devastating a blow that was on so many levels.

Matthew came into my life a little more than two years later, and is both my joy and the cause of every grey hair making its way toward the surface. He is the answer to a prayer. He is a funny, smart, crazy handful, and I adore him. In my heart, he’s one of three, but to the world, he’s my one and only. Whether I’m at the playground, the library, the supermarket (it doesn’t matter), if someone catches wind of a Matt comment, if they’re privy to one of his long-winded-yet-charming anecdotes, or they’re just making conversation, the question always comes up: “Any other children?” I’m starting this blog because of the conflicted feeling that arises every time I’m forced to answer that question. It’s not all I’m going to talk about, of course. Motherhood is so multi-faceted, it can’t be reduced to the ONE core thing that drives you mad. But I thought, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a place to air all this out without the cost of psychotherapy?” Wouldn’t it be nice for all moms to have “that place”?

So now you know how it all begins. I’m hoping “That’s My Boy” will grow into a community of moms who are sometimes starry-eyed over their offspring and sometimes want to pull their hair out at the end of a trying day, or gals who like funny kid stories, or women who have—whether by choice or by fate—come to realize that the little tyke now in their midst IS their one-and-only, and not feel like they have to apologize for that. Basically I want you all to join me on this crazy, heart-wrenching, wonderful ride called mommy-hood through my stories, my thoughts, and my musings on Matt. Yup. That’s my boy.

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Comments

  1. I love this idea!! You know my one-and-only is good for a few stories :0)

  2. Love it Michelle!! You have an unbelievable way with words and I am glad you are expressing yourself about all these issues!! He is one funny little guy, and you are blessed to have him!!
    And on days when the mood moves you to say to a stranger, “he has two deceased sisters”, I say go for it!! Sometimes, the reaction is enough to hold you over and get through for the next few times you get that question!! But you probably already know that!! :o)
    Kristin

  3. I love it already!! I have loved your little updates on Facebook and am sure to enjoy the full stories here. You are already book marked on my computer!! -Sarah Scoville

  4. Michelle, You are a fabulous writer. I remember thinking that way back when; Jr High, maybe. I’m so sorry about your loss of your twin daughters. I’m sure they have a huge place in your family’s hearts. I lost boy/girl twins when I was just about 5 months pregnant, too. It’s a blow I would not wish on my worst enemy. It took us nearly 7 years after we were married to be finally blessed with our “next” set of twins: son and daughter who were born healthy at 34 weeks. My kids know all about their siblings who were born too early and couldn’t survive. My daughter once in a while will talk about her “big sister”. Matt sounds like he’s an absolute joy and congratulations for bringing such a special little guy into the world! Keep writing! Katie (Bassett) Young

  5. I’ll read every post and try to plant clever little bits in our conversations to cheat my way into your blog. I think I’m going to have to start coming up with fake mom stories that are just too special not to print! Of course, you are not allowed to repeat any of the aggravating stuff that I do.

  6. Michelle, I didn’t know about your loss. I cannot even begin to imagine how devastating that was and is. I am grateful that you started this blog because it has given me a chance to know you and because it seems that you have found much healing in the last year.

  7. new here and i know this is an older post, but i can feel you. i lost my first daughter naomi renee at 4.5 months…then went on to miscarry a 2nd pregnancy. i have 3 kids now. but when my first was born, i was caught between saying he is my 3rd…and making it awkward story telling time…or just keeping simple and saying he is my first.
    i love my kids dearly, but i actually just posted (not today, but my previous post this week) on how they drive me crazy, but make me laugh.. every time i want to pull my hair out, i remember how badly i wanted kids when it looked devasting and impossible… and i thank God for my 3 grey hair makers =)

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