When I was pregnant with Hollis and found out that I was going to have a boy, I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I already had three nephews, but that wasn't the same as having a boy of your own. I was talking with a friend of mine that had just had a boy a year earlier. She said that little boys were special and that you loved then differently. I kinda brushed the comment off because I knew how much I loved Katie and couldn't imagine a different kind of love for my son. Boy was I wrong.
I soon figured out just how right she was. I love Hollis so differently than I love Katie and Ava. Not more or less, but just differently. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because of all the things that I want him to be that I feel are so important. Not in the "doctor/lawyer/ fireman" kind of way, but more in "who" I want him to become. I want him to grow up to be a man that loves his wife. I want him to become a man that loves his children so much that they light up when they see him. I want him to be kind to the people around him. I want him to be generous. Even being all those things, I want him to be tough, as well. I want all those things for my girls, but finding a man with all those traits isn't as easy to come by.
I am a little more protective of Hollis, too. My heart broke for him before his first birthday. He had to have surgery on his nose, mouth, and scalp to have hemangiomas removed. I'm sure that it was harder on me than him because he will never remember it. But he was so little and sweet.
He will be three this November and has changed so much. His imagination makes me laugh. I always say that I would like to be in his brain for just one hour. I'm sure it would be entertaining and enlightening.
He is fascinated with Buzz Lightyear. In fact, he informed me this week that Buzz is his brother and his best friend. Poor Katie gets shot with Hollis' imaginary laser beam a minimum of twenty times a day. I caught him climbing the entertainment center this morning trying to shoot the bad guys on TV. He is falling asleep, as I type this, to Buzz Lightyear defeating the evil Emporer Zurg.
My sweet, baby Hollis, even though he is almost three and not a baby anymore, will always be my baby.
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