When I think back on all the moments that have made being Captain’s (my 5 year old bio son) mom the best thing to ever happen to me, it isn’t the baby book milestones. It’s the time that he asked me to get him a ladder so he could climb up on the roof and practice flying with his Buzz Lightyear wings. It’s the way he looked when he and his daddy took a nap together in the recliner. It’s the way his tiny fingers used to wrap around mine. All those little details are what make being a parent such an amazing thing.
I’m glad that Little Man was somewhere safe while his dad worked everything out. I’m also glad that there were some serious consequences to his actions that will hopefully serve as a reminder to put being a dad before the urge to give in to addiction. At the same, I empathize for him as a parent. I can’t imagine all the little moments that he’s missed with this baby. It must be horrible to know that your actions caused you to miss his first Christmas, first words, first steps and even his first birthday. For the moment though, I think I’m going to ignore all of that, rewind the TV and dance to a Pizza Hut commercial with my temporary baby boy.