I searched my whole life for you even if I couldn’t put a name on it. I had everything a person could ask for… love, support, happiness, but a piece of me was still missing. That missing piece was you.
My days are now filled with joyful chaos…birthdays, ballgames, meltdowns, play-dates, sleepovers, homework, late nights, early mornings, snuggles, dancing, tears, laughter and the purest love I have ever known.
And it’s not the big moments or milestones that I treasure the most, it’s the everyday moments that take my breath away like spontaneous dance-offs in the living room when it is already way past bedtime, or all of us piled up like puppies on the couch watching a movie, or seeing your face after you conquer that big waterslide, or rollercoaster or math test.
I sometimes watch you while you sleep. Yes, I know it’s a bit stalker-ish, but in those quiet moments you look so vulnerable and serene that I catch a glimpse of the little, little boy you were just a few short years ago.
You will never be too old to be my “baby”. I want you to always feel like you can come to me with problems, fears, or indiscretions. I can’t promise that I won’t be mad sometimes but I can promise that I will always love you and that together we can figure anything out.
I hope that you have a gentle spirit, that you are compassionate and kind to all living things, that you follow your dreams with dogged determination, and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of greatness. But mostly I want you to find happiness and embrace it, even in the tough times.
I see big changes in you every year but none more so than this, your 11th trip around the sun. And even though you are in that tough place between childhood and young adult, between being fiercely independent and wanting me by your side, between keeping your distance and wanting to hold my hand…you are handling it, sometimes better than I am, and you are going to be ok because you are a rockstar and I am your biggest fan.
Love, Mom
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