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 do give myself credit for his positive outlook, as I try to stay positive as much as possible. It wasn’t until Trey got older, he learned the truth about life, and its not so positive. 

Treyson 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 day and I loved it. It was him and I against the world, I told him that all the time the first few years of his life. 

It really was him and I against the world, literally making the best out of what we had. I wasn’t able to provide much but I did provide the necessities and then some. Trey didn’t go empty-handed for any holidays or birthdays, I made damn sure of that. Even when he was a baby, I made sure he had enough to entertain him and keep him busy. 

I wouldn’t consider myself a “traditional mother” as I was a younger mother, raising a child in my early twenties. I had a different view back then, simpler days. Trey brought the creativity out in me and opened my eyes to really understanding kids. 

If we were standing in line for something, Treyson couldn’t stand still. I created a “safe place” for him while we waited. He could run circles around me, hold my hands to stay close and not bother others around us. He did just that, stayed close but ran his energy. Did we get some looks, absolutely, did some people disagree, absolutely. That never stopped him and made me more of an outspoken person. 

I usually wouldn’t say something to anyone unless I knew them, I wouldn’t consider myself an “outgoing person”, not like Trey and his father. I wouldn’t just go up to anyone and start a conversation or asked to be included in something others were doing. That just wasn’t me, but that was Tyler and now Trey. 

Someone might say to me, “he’s got an awful lot of energy”, I would simple smile and say “yes he does” with confidence. I didn’t care if they thought he was on crack (ok poor choice of words, but kinda funny also) or just a weird kid, didn’t matter to me. That was my attitude when it came to being a mom, no one was going to tell me how to be a mom. No, I didn’t know what I was doing back then, even today I still don’t have a fucking clue. That’s the beauty of children, people in general. We are all different and in so many different ways, not two people will be exactly the same. 

I treated my son the way I thought was best and I stand by that.