My time

Treyson was full of life as soon as he was born, wide-eyed and curious. His toddler years were one to tell in itself. This child of mine, so happy, excited about everything, and could never sit still. That’s what I loved about him the most, his excited attitude over the littlest things.

Treyson is a natural in life itself. He grabbed ahold and didn’t let go. I give myself some credit for his positive outlook because I try to stay positive as much as possible. It wasn’t until Trey got older that he learned the truth about life and it’s not always so positive.

He was a hyper toddler. Always climbing something, jumping off something, or creating something to climb or jump off of. He was full of life every single day. It was him and I against the world. I told him that all the time in the first few years of his life.

And it really was.

We made the best out of what we had. I wasn’t able to provide much, but I provided the necessities and then some. Trey didn’t go empty-handed for holidays or birthdays. I made damn sure of that. Even as a baby, he had enough to entertain him and stay busy.

I wasn’t a “traditional mother.” I was young, raising a child in my twenties. Simpler days. Trey brought creativity out in me and opened my eyes to really understanding kids.

If we were standing in line somewhere, Treyson couldn’t stand still. So I created a “safe place” for him while we waited. He’d hold my hands and run circles around me. Stayed close, didn’t bother others, burned his energy. Did we get looks? Absolutely. Did people disagree? Probably.

That never stopped him.

If someone said, “He’s got an awful lot of energy,” I’d smile and say, “Yes he does,” with confidence. I didn’t care what they thought. That was my attitude as a mom, no one was going to tell me how to be one.

I didn’t know what I was doing then. Truthfully? I still don’t. That’s the beauty of children, no two are the same. I treated my son the way I thought was best.

And I stood by that