I can’t believe you’re going to be 8 tomorrow. Eight! How is that even possible?
I remember eagerly anticipating your entrance into the world, wondering and worrying how I would mother you. As I held you for the first time, I thought to myself that I had never seen anything more beautiful. I felt equal parts awestruck and terrified.
I was so scared I would get everything wrong.
We’ve come a long way, you and I. I made a lot of mistakes, but you were always so gracious to forgive me. I truly believe you’ve taught me more in these last 8 years than I’ve taught you.
Your smile, half adult teeth and half baby, reminds me that while you are mature and responsible for a lot of things, you’re still a child bursting with wonder about the world around you. I am so proud of the young man you are becoming, right before my eyes.
You are compassionate, encouraging, and thoughtful, planning months in advance what you’ll ask for Christmas, your birthday or with the money you´ve saved. I love your creativity, from your colorful drawings to your Lego constructions. I marvel at both your willingness to learn from others and also teach them, including your little brother Simon.
While they aren’t always smooth, I enjoy our afternoons doing homework, days filled with projects and experiments. I love watching you have those “aha” moments when you grasp a concept you’ve been working hard on, or discover something new.
You brighten my day by making me laugh with your jokes and funny faces. Even when you’re not intentionally trying to be funny, you still come up with the silliest stuff- making up words to songs and mispronouncing some of those hard names in English.
Besides life, you are the best gift someone could have given me. I am so blessed to be your mom. Happy 8th Birthday!
Love,
Mommy