My sweet boy,
Today you are eight. I try to come to grips with it, but in my mind, I still want to imagine a little boy with chubby cheeks, toddling down the hallway.
That’s not where we are.
You are an athlete – basketball, baseball, soccer…you name it, you want to play it. This year we added Hip Hop to the mix and I am in awe of how far you’ve come in just a few short months. You’re always moving, dancing, hearing a beat in your head. You entertain whomever you come into contact with.
You are still reading, constantly looking forward to gobbling up the next story. This year, you became enthralled with Big Nate and Diary of a Wimpy Kid. We read books 2, 3 AND 4 of Harry Potter and we’re only on a hiatus because of me. If I’d let you, you’d tear through the rest of them in no time. I have lists and lists of book recommendations, so that you always have something at the ready.
You are completely your own person. You have thoughts and opinions and they don’t always jive with me and your dad. You are happiest in athletic pants and a t-shirt. And you’re very particular about your hair.
You make me laugh every day, whether by telling me a joke or doing something silly.
You play with your sister, even when I can tell you don’t want to. I see you trying to be patient and I appreciate your effort. You are trying to navigate your feelings and wants with the world around you. It can be tough, even adults struggle with it. I hope that we are giving you the tools you need.
Every night, as I put you to bed, I can see my heart outside my body. You curl up next to me, asking for Silent Night, which I’ve sung that you every night for the last several years. I always ask if you want something else, but it’s your favorite, so the answer is always no. Someday you won’t want this, but for now, I’m happy to oblige.
I wish for you a wonderful year, full of happiness, fun and opportunities to learn and grow. We are so lucky to have you in our family.
All my love,