September 9, 2015 | Posted in:Social TV
Nine! He’s 9 years old. How? Where did the time go? I sat in bed last night reminiscing about the day he was born. My eyes quickly filled with tears. Happy, joyous tears. My little baby isn’t a baby anymore. He’s growing out of his clothes faster than I can buy them. He’s smart and sassy, kind and handsome, loving and sweet. He’s precocious and argumentative. He’s difficult to the extreme. He’s my boy. My baby boy. I love every inch of his being.
I remember the nights he would keep me up with his colicky crying fits and I would dream of a day he would stop crying. I dreamt of a night he would let me sleep. Now, I wake up before him. Last night, I sat awake in the middle of the night editing a movie of his young nine years to surprise him with today. I looked at pictures–thousands of pictures–of his nine years on this earth. I know 9 doesn’t seem like it’s such a big deal or so significant, but to me it’s another year older for him, and another year closer to when he’s not going to think I’m so cool anymore.
I remembered practically every moment from the pictures I viewed and I was so happy–pure, simple happiness. The story of our life together was documented right before my eyes: vacations like Disney World, Aruba, and the Bahamas; camp outings, t-ball, and soccer; drum lessons and garage sales; dance parties and Nerf-gun wars; play dates and dinner dates; haircuts and bubble baths; train rides and WrestleMania; amusement parks and sand castles; pool days and bike rides; class projects and performances; birthday parties and holidays; sleepovers and ice cream sundaes; Legos and Matchbox cars; video games and basketball; movies and more. The hugs, the smiles, the laughter, the kisses. I recall them all vividly, but every tear and every tantrum fades in my memory. It’s the good times that I cherish. It’s the good times I remember when I reminisce. I hope that’s what my boy will remember one day, too.
I’m proud of the boy he has become, and how this blue-eyed darling boy changed my life. I have been so blessed to have the opportunity to be this boy’s mother–a “job” I will forever cherish. A job on some days I admit I want to quit, but I am quickly reminded of how special and lucky this life with my boy is. It’s far from easy being a mother, but on special occasions like this, it feels pretty spectacular to look at this little boy grow into a real person, with a real mind of his own, and charm his way into everyone’s heart. He’s 9 today, and I’m proud to call him my son.
We are Blondie and Red, two moms who leave our children at home and come to the television set of a national talk show and transition to the role of producers. We have a lot of love, a lot of guilt, and a lot of great stories to share that we know every fierce and fabulous working mom can relate to. Some call it bitching. We call it bitchin’! Read more about us at 2tvchicks.com.
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Emmy-nominated network television producer Deborah Mitchell is a veteran of ABC and CBS News, a member of the Producers Guild of America, and a board member of the James Beard Broadcast and Media Awards Committee. Through Deborah Mitchell Media Associates, she will create your online personality with a customized website, book you on the right television show, manage your social media profiles, and connect you with the best and brightest digital influencers. Deborah is a weekly contributor for Entrepreneur.com and author of So You Want To Be On TV. You can follow Deborah @SocialTVDeb and/or email SocialTVDeb@gmail.com.
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