By Laura McCarley
March 17, 2021
Beto and I had a fun, interesting relationship.
For another, I was seemingly there ALL. THE. TIME. After officially choosing to sponsor him, I was there 3-4 times per year. Sometimes just for 5 days, but still, I was probably one of the most frequent visitors for a couple of years. He never once called me mama- because goodness knows he had enough of those- but he did absolutely run to me with pure joy (still looking for that pic- should be coming soon). He also knew that I was a rule follower and expected the same of him: if he was in need of discipline/consequences, I did not stomp my foot/get in the way/ask for special favors. I trusted the process.
What has been so fun, though, is to see how our relationship ship has morphed. I was his ONE. He sat with me, wanted to play with me, couldn’t wait for our movie dates, etc.
So, they’d all seen pictures. They all wanted the juice. All the details.
My all-time favorite story was when Beto came running out from his house to show me his newly buzzed hair. Oh, it was a funny sight! But then he said, “do you like it?” Goofy grin and all. That beto grin. I of course affirmed. “I cut it like my papá.” Then he got super timid/embarrassed and hid his face and hugged on me.
From then, to watch beto welcome the girls and Landregan. It’s just miraculous. It’s so special to see him be the same smiling kid, but all grown up and well adjusted and welcoming to all the new parts of me.
(Fb is jumbling the pictures, but Beto met JP at about the age Landregan is now. And I LOVED holding and sleeping Beto at nearly every dinner we took him to. Years later, Landregan would be the sleeper at all our events. Lastly, I love that he loves my family, but I also love that we still get time just the two of us. We’ve been together over a decade now!)